I dreamt my hands forgot every lock they ever opened

Last night I dreamt I was at a job with a stubborn old mortise lock, the kind I could do blindfolded. And my fingers just... didn't remember. They knew the motion, but the motion meant nothing. I woke up and picked the lock on my own toolbox drawer, slow on purpose, just to feel it come back. Odd comfort in hands that remember the work even when the dream doesn't.