A while ago, my dad told me one morning that I had screamed (at the top of my lungs) in my sleep. I didn’t believe him until my brother confirmed it. Looking back on it now, it reminds me of Daniel’s Diary, when he wrote, “Alexander had heard my screams and asked me to join him in the parlor.”

The strange thing is, I had no recollection of the dream that caused me to scream. Usually I’m good at remembering them.

MLHA