This was so vivid. This was shortly after I left college in the early '70's. The man is actually now deceased, died in a car accident, but there he was in my dream. This occurred this morning, after I awakened around 5 a.m., and then fell back to a deep sleep. I wonder if
people from our pasts are able to contact us in our dreams? Now knowing more thru education about personality disorders, I think this man had a form of Asburgers. He had serious communication problems, and I couldn't get away from him. Though the relationship with him was untennable, I think I still have some residual guilt about it.