Mr Reno

Date: 5/28/2022

I dreamt that I went to my childhood barbershop. I walked inside and saw Mr Reno, my old barber cutting someone’s hair. It was great to see him being that he’s been dead for some time now. I smiled at him and sat down in one of the plastic white chairs, waiting for my name to be called, listening to the barber chatter. The second dream, I was walking down a street filled with nice Victorian homes. A child like table, the one with the colorful legs, sat in front of one home. I walked up to it and decided that I wanted to take it. I started to detach the legs to make it easier to hold. A man with shaggy hair, a faded story shirt, and beige shorts walked by. “Another person stealing one of Greta’s tables. That’s the second one she’s bought this week.” He said that and kept walking. For some reason I felt insulted. I began to argue with him, yelling insults at one another. I then decided I was going to approach him. Run up to him. He stopped in the sidewalk as I came up to him. My breath heavy. I was in his face. And then I took out my hand and offered a handshake. He smiled and shook my hand. Then we both hugged. “I’m not going to take the table,” I said. He explained that people had been stealing his neighbors tables and she kept having to buy new ones. I understood. After hugging one last time, I woke up.