At least, I haven't since I was twelve, but apparently my subconscious does. I woke up a few days after Kt's death -- and most mornings since -- with a Haiku in my head:
I open my eyes
Each day and for a moment
I think it's not true
No idea where that came from; I've Googled it, in whole and in parts, enough to convince myself it isn't something I saw somewhere.
The mind works in strange ways...