Mark R.

Date: 9/13/2017

This was a short dream. An old family friend who we no longer have contact with, Mark R., stopped at my house. It's been years since my family and him last talked. He came in through the garage, talked to my dad a bit, and entered the hallway through the garage door. I was in the bathroom and was somewhat afraid to show my face toward him, I don't know why. He slightly opened the bathroom door, as I was facing the mirror and asked how I was doing. Then he told me he left a bag of tomatoes outside the bathroom door. Mark still looked the same; tall and robust with a zipped up sweater, a cap, and khaki pants. He stayed for a few minutes, then left soon after.