It was dark, stormy evening. I went to the living room. Everyone was sitting on the couch, I went closer and sat down on it. Mother took a phone out of her pocket and said "I recorded my screams when I was dreaming!". Knowing that my mother had night terrors before, I told her to replay it. She used the phone, and we all heard screams of anguished human. The voice haven't belonged to my mother, but rather to a male. After a while I went to the kitchen and made myself a breakfast, then I woke up.