Possibly, I'm Insane

John worried so much that Oliver would have nightmares, that his ordeal would lurk in his subconscious. But John never saw any evidence of that. When Oliver slept, he seemed peaceful.

Then one day, when Oliver was seven, John walked in on an experiment, furious written notes.

“What’s this?” John asked.

“I am going to get to the bottom of dreams,” Oliver explained.

Oh, no, thought John. “Why?” he asked gently. “Have you been having bad dreams?”

“Yes.” Oliver glared, obviously offended. “Terrible irrational dreams. The other night, I dreamed I couldn’t answer the question on a test. How ridiculous.”