Dream...

Predictions from a friend followed by me finding myself in a city I thought was Granada, only a rough part of it I had never seen before. There was a badly lit path to a bright mall. I didn't take it. Instead, I walked through a street that went downhill, cement on the road torn up and cracked. Three harsh looking dogs and some scruffy people, dogs not letting me through. I turned back.

Found myself on a prettier road, saw a house and garden, a woman's head poking out over the top of the flowers. It seemed to be my mother,younger with lighter eyes and hair dyed blonde but definitely her, though she did not recognise me. I called to her by her name, and she looked puzzled. When I asked her if that was her name, she smiled and told me yes, it could be, but the way I was pronouncing it was very old fashioned, and she taught me the modern way of saying her name; 'Yzago' or something.

When I looked at the houses beyond us they were all very boring, simple white concrete shapes looking a bit battered. I asked what happened to the old houses and she said, 'The wind blew everything away.'