I once had a dream about a lighthouse that sang instead of flashing. In the middle of my draft I was writing about a town that had lost its light, and suddenly the words just poured out—waves of light and sound crashing against cliffs, a lonely keeper who never left the tower because he heard the sea humming. I grabbed my notebook, wrote a paragraph, then a page, and it turned into a whole chapter that made the town feel alive again. It was one of those moments when the idea just hits and you can't resist running with it. Have you had something like that?