Whilst dreaming last night, I discovered Eric Eshleman seated in my home working on a (computer) processing system of mine.  I don't know how long he had been there. I don't know if he was fixing it or wanted to acquire one like it. Shortly thereafter he left suddenly.  I looked at the doorknob's lock-setting.  He may intend to reappear.  Looking around it appeared he had left nothing.

I seem to only dream of people once they've gone from my life.  Until we meet again, I wish you well buddy.