I once knew this guy who kept a dream journal. Some little spiral notebook he'd keep by his bed.
I'd get waken up in the middle of the night and find him writing shit in it. At 3 AM. Told me it was so he could remember the lucid dreams he had the following morning.
So one night at about 1, I decided to have a look. As I suspected, full of shit about meeting dead people and flying across the Atlantic Ocean. He was asleep at the time, of course. So I grabbed a pencil and made my own entry.
Something along the lines of: OH MY GOD I WANT YOUR BLOOD SATAN PLEASE LIBERATE ME FROM MY WRETCHED LIFE
I swear, he was shaking like a leaf for the rest of that day.