I could tell that Mom was dreaming, but I didn't want to know what she was dreaming about, because I had enough of my own nightmares, and if she had been dreaming something happy, I would have been angry at her for dreaming something happy.
Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel”, p.107, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
