Practice makes perfect

Are you ever so consumed with something that you have frantic, feverish dreams about it? I remember dreaming about derivatives and integrals before a calculus exam or spending a night tossing and turning as visions of physics formulas danced in my head. Evidently, this phenomenon afflicts even the very young. Last night, I heard Matthew crying pitifully. I went in to check on him and found him, eyes closed, crying and clapping in his sleep. Actually clapping. I guess that acquiring this new skill has been more stressful than I realized.