Ray Bradbury. The Martian Chronicles (№ 270747)

I dreamt about the man.
A man?
- A tall man, six feet one inch.
- What kind of absurd; a giant, a freak.
- For some reason, she tried the words, he looked all right. Despite the high growth. And he had -- Oh, I know you'll think it nonsense, he had blue eyes!
Blue eyes! 'cried Mr K. - Oh gods!
What you dream of next time? You still say black hair?
- How did you guess?! she exclaimed.
Just called the least believable color dryly, he replied.
Yes, black hair! - she shouted. And very white skin. Absolutely extraordinary man! He was wearing strange clothes, and he came down from the sky and spoke pleasantly to me.