haha yep. One time, when I was a kid, I had a dream wherein I forgot to mop up the wet floor after taking a shower, and my dad slipped on it and seriously injured himself. The dream kind of creeped me out so I wrote a poem about it in my journal. Then my mom read my journal and got really concerned about my mental health.
Moral of the story: never fucking read anyone’s private journal for any reason. There is zero justification for it, and it often doesn’t even help you with whatever problem you were trying to solve by reading it!