These Dreams

These dreams keep coming. My dream last night was the wierdest yet. But the same guy has been in them for the past couple nights. He watches over me. Protects me. Kind of like a big brother. BUt not a Big Brother. I say bigbecasue of his stature. He has wide shoulders and big arms. I can never see his face. He is built and tough. And in this most recent dream he was a cop that looked like he stepped out of Casablanca. I can never see his face. But I know that he is real. I wonder if he will come again. I wonder if he is real. I hope to see him again tonight.