I constantly been having dream, or nightmares rather, but that's not what I'm wanting interpreted. I dream that I'll wake up from these nightmares to see a kindly faced old man at edge of my bed. The nightmares are all ones I've had before but the only reoccuring thing is the nice older man at the foot of my bed.

Our house is old and the room I sleep in is the room the older man who owned it before us died in. His name was Roy and according to all the neighbors he was the sweetest old man what ever lived, but I've never seen a picture of him.

In my dreams, he always holds his hand out to me liek he's trying to give me something. His mouth is moving but I can't hear his voice. I can't seem to see what he wants to give me or tell me, but I just can't but help feeling that it is important.

I know it's vague, but any thoughts?