Two nights ago: I was given a guitar to play. I hoped it had been tuned, but some strings were very loose and I had no point of reference with which to tune the guitar. (I don't even play guitar).
Last night, I was trying to find someone to collaborate on songs with me, someone to write the lyrics. I was introduced to a black woman, and was somewhat intimidated, could not explain to her what my musical ideas. This happened again with a second black woman, in almost exactly the same way. But my musical ideas were coming together somewhat, in my sleep the rest of the night.