THE YEAR THE SIGNAL WENT QUIET

Dream recorded 2021

There are no dream here.

Not because nothing existed, but because everything did.

2021 wasn’t a year for dreaming. It was a year for surviving inside a body that didn’t feel like mine anymore. Sleep wasn’t a portal. It was a reset button I kept smashing just to function.

People talk about postpartum like it’s a phase. A mood. A temporary dip.

Nah.

It felt like my brain got unplugged, shaken, and plugged back in with the wires slightly wrong.

The dreams didn’t stop, I just couldn’t reach them.

Or maybe my mind made a call:

“We’re not building worlds right now. We’re stabilizing this one.”

No monsters.

No cities.

No alternate timelines.

Just me, trying to stay here.

If there were dreams, they didn’t make it back with me.

And honestly?

That might have been mercy.