I had a dream that I was searching for a combination. The combination would open the door and allow me to escape. It was all tres noir, black shadows, dim lighting, and unpainted cinder-block walls.
That led me to try to remember one of our bank account numbers. As I kept repeating the numbers, I wished for a ten-key number pad so that I could better visualize the number.
When I awoke, I knew the number without issue, but that whole repeating numbers sequence led me to “Jenny” by Tommy Tutone (1981). Many people know this number for some reason… Perhaps it’s because it seemed like it was being played everywhere.