You dream about stuff you think about

I attended a professional report writing course last Monday and Tuesday.

Last Night I dreamt that I was shot, and while I was lying on the ground, dying away, with a pool of blood fanning out from the wound, a stranger came up to me and said, could you write a report on the shooting, please.

Huh?
Hmmroph!!

Today in the Afternoon, I initiated conversation with my boss during lunch, and mentioned the dream to him. He replied: So, are you dying to write a report?

Hmmmmmmmmpf!