When I'm troubled about something I talk a mile a minute in my sleep. I frequently wake everyone in the house. I told my boy-pal to ask me questions and see if he got lucid answers; especially concerning the lottery. Don't laugh, I've won that way. One night I demanded he answer the phone, which was not ringing. He asked me who it was and I replied it's Chuck. He wants to say hi. I had no recall the next day and when he told me about it-it meant nothing to me. He was so emotional I questioned who this Chuck was to him. His cousin Charles had died years before-I never knew of him. I guess everyone called him Charlie-except my pal. To him it was always Chuck. This I swear.