Dreamt my hands knew a lock I'd never seen

Last night I dreamt I was picking a lock in a door that wasn't on any building I recognized, and my hands knew exactly what they were doing — no thinking, no struggle, just the pins giving way like they'd been waiting for me. I woke up with my fingers still remembering the feel of it. Maybe that's the whole arc of this trade: eventually you stop being the one doing the work and just become the place the work happens through.