the man without a nose

He showed up in a number of dreams. A man older that me missing his nose. I was afraid of him. He was stalking me. I tried to stay far enough away that he never could actually speak to me. At some point he lived in a home across the street from mine. A big fancy home. I had left books outside of my house for someone to pick up. Someone took a few of the books and moved the rest to his house. The person who was to come for the rest of the books never did because they couldn't find them. I walked the street trying to text her to tell her where the books were, but there was the man and I had to move away to avoid him. Now I'm in a crowd, a big meeting of people. They are working to repair the flooded streets. But I know they will always be living in a bog. I want to get away from this place.

Now there is an old tired man walking down the street. Speaking nonsense. His mind is lost. And finally he dies. I'm still a little scared of him, but I don't know he is the man without a nose until after he is dead. Someone tells me his story. Why he is connected to me. Why he is always there seeking me out but never quite approaching me. I am sad at the end. I should have talked to him and heard his story.