I don’t believe in ghosts, let me make that quite clear. I rarely remember my dreams and even if I did I would never ever bore people with the goings on in my sleep time.
However last night in bed in R’s house I saw a man. He was leaning over my bed holding out his hand towards me as if giving me something. He was around late 30s, wearing respectable clothes, oval face, short haircut, friendly looking and either a short beard or he hadn’t shaved. He must have been a figment of my imagination.
Just a figment (strange word that). Wonder will my imagination work tricks on me again tonight …..
I ain’t ‘fraid of no ghosts!