Dreamt that I was very tired. My friends and I had returned from something.... we lived in a small town with not much to do. There was this old man that kind of kept to himself. His house was not well kept, but it was orderly enough. I didn't have a place to stay, so he said I could rest on his easy chair if I liked. I felt uncomfortable, more so due to what my friends would say... This man was kind of different and scary... not due to his looks or actions, but more that no one really knew him well. I fell asleep quickly on his chair. When I woke up, I realized I needed to get going as I might be late to meet a friend of mine. I left the house without seeing the old man. I met my friend in time. He was in his backyard doing weeding and mowing. I was there to help him that day. It felt like we had a nice relationship and I was happy to be spending time with him.
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