I dreamt I was walking down the streets and was talking to someone.
The place looked like a village with old school abode peasant houses (nor Kádár-cubes, or these current new constructions) with old dark tiled roofs, with small yards used as vegetable garden. The houses weren't look new, weren't in really bad condition either, but the wire net fences look rusty and old. The fruit trees in the gardens had no leaves and there were no veggies in the gardens just the prepared beds. The roadside grass was green and lively however, so maybe it was early spring.
The road we were walking on had tarmac, the roadside had grass, the ditches of the drainage, then more grass. I don't recall sidewalks. There was a bus stop, and a small roadside market at one point.
The topic of the conversation I had with the man I was walking on the road was a radio personality from the '50s or '60s maybe, I can't really tell. He had a Jewish sounding name and was on the radio frequently, most of his work tied to it. He is a fictitious person my mind generated, kind looked like a bald Allende. And my conversation partner walking along me might have been him as well. He received with much indignation when I told he was part of communist propaganda.