Dr. R ...

Date: 8/25/2018

I’m at Dr. R's apartment building ... his wife comes down the stairs and tells me he’s up at the top ... I climb 3 flights of stairs and open the door ... a strange man is standing there, ironing ... I slam the door shut, then open another one. Dr. R is there, he’s crafting a cabinet ... shows it to me ... [I worked for Dr. R 50 years ago ... and at the time he and his wife had a nice house, not an apartment. We kept in touch for quite a while but I’ve not heard from him for perhaps 15 years. Also, he’s a brilliant man who is totally klutzy with his hands ... I can’t imagine him crafting a cabinet! I have no idea where this dream came from!]