I dreamed I was a ferry that forgot how to move

I was stuck in the middle of a lake made of old radio static, and the passengers were all just shadows with pens. No engine, no horn—just the sound of someone writing 'I'm fine' over and over in the dark. When I woke up, my hands were still clenched like I’d been steering something that wasn’t there. Weird how the body remembers what the mind forgets.