I slept quite well last night, but my beloved tells me that I had frightening dreams. I was squealing and grumbling twice during the night. It was clear that something had scared me a great deal, but she was not sure whether or not to wake me up. Whenever she wakes me up when I am behaving like this, I can remember my dreams well enough, but this has not happened for quite a long time now. Say, two or three years. Thus I have a feeling that my dreams have become rather pleasant, or boring at worst, but my beloved’s experience suggests something different. She tells me every now and then that I have been squealing and grumbling at night. This happens two or three times a year, but we are together about half a year. To wit, frightening dreams are still with me, but out of my reach. The only witness of such dreams is my beloved. The mystery of scary dreams is yet to be cracked. What is it that still frightens me? And why is it such a mystery to me still?