I dreamt that the ceiling of my beloved’s apartment caved in. There was much noise and loads of dust. We could not understand how something like this could happen. When we looked a bit more closely, we saw a pile of gold bars in the rubble. One of the neighbors must have stashed them in the attic above the apartment without a thought of their weight. There must have been at least a hundred of them. When my beloved was not looking, I wrapped three of the bars in a kitchen towel and put them in my knapsack. This was by way of punishment of whoever it was behind the stash. A few days later, the owner reported to the police that three bars were missing, and they searched for them in my beloved’s apartment and her office. They found nothing, of course. Besides, she was incensed with one of her neighbor’s misplaced suspicion. I told her nothing, though. At first I thought I would bury the bars in some park, but then I decided to leave them in a luggage locker at the train station. Once the hole in the ceiling was fixed, which was quite a pain, I planned for a big trip with my beloved. Thailand was uppermost in my mind as a recompense for all the misery she had gone through. And the three bars would make out trip a real joy, I reckoned. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I was stunned by my little ploy. I could not believe how I managed to justify my theft. In my dream, I felt even righteous in my punishment of the rascal. It took me a while to fall asleep again. The weight of the gold bars would not leave me for a long time.