Recording your dreams is exhausting

I don’t mean to brag, but the other day, I read an article in Scientific American magazine.

In the magazine, it had a story about something scientific which I didn’t understand, so I did what I usually do when I am not interested in the magazine sitting on my lap in the doctor’s office – I pretended I was reading it while I looked around and wondered what was wrong with the other people in the waiting room.

Just as I had concluded the man sitting next to me had scurvy, I glanced down at the magazine and something caught my eye – “dream journal.”