Dream diary

Oh some dashing around with friends, and clothes that didn't fit and an arrangement to meet up in the sunshine. Trying clothes on and they all looked odd, including one black jumper that showed up all the white bra underneath. Then, walking with a man, someone known to the group rather than to me. All I knew was that he worked in a bookshop. We looked down a bright dusty hill, vaguely passing a shop full of bright ceramics.

'Down there is my grandmother's house,' I told him, referring to the old place in Zaidin.
He gestured over his shoulder back towards his right. 'Back there is my place in [...and] Bonn, where they bombed it. You can still see the rubble.'