I think somebody drugged my muse.
Okay, I may be able to top you both on the dreams. Last week I woke up one morning with an earworm for a song from my dream. Trouble is, as far as I can tell, the “song” doesn’t even exist. But two lines of it were playing in my head over and over.
Fittingly tho, the second line was “And I have been blessed with disaster...”