I was sleeping on a bed, in a room that could be either my current room or my room in Balib. Then I heard some steps that sounded like my mother. I was not sure but I thought, if she comes into the room, then I am dreaming because I know I am not in Balib.
So the door opened and my mum talked softly, so I thought, I am dreaming. I felt the usual at the beginning of a lucid dream and it went on. My mother and I had a nice conversation, during which her face gradually changed from a very young, beautiful face, to an almost unrecognisable old face, yet I could still recognise some of her features in this old face. Then she started to say she was leaving. I begged her not to, and in I lost whatever lucidity was left.