I dreamt that my beloved was giving me a ride along a narrow Istrian road. There were many stone houses along it. She was driving behind a large bus at some point. It took the whole lane. Out of the blue, she started overtaking it even though she could not see the traffic coming toward us. We were entering a curve where there was another stone house right on the edge of the lane going in the opposite direction. “You can’t see a thing here,” I mumbled, but she kept accelerating to overtake the bus. This is exactly what young men in Istria often do when they get behind the wheel, and it drives me crazy. “Suicide,” I whispered to myself. But I woke up before she managed to overtake the bus. Dangerous driving is farthest from my beloved’s mind, and yet the dream worried me. We have not seen each other for a fortnight. It took me a while to fall asleep again, but the dream was still vivid when I woke up this morning. She will be driving to Motovun sometime next week, and I am getting worried already about her ride.