I was blessed by lush dreams last night. I went to sleep just after eight and woke up before five so as to reach Škrlatica before the clouds would gather on the summit. I was rushing all the time since I got up, and I have a chance to revisit my dreams only now that my climb is behind me. It is already evening and I am about to go to sleep again. Of course, my recollection is quite jumbled by now, but I still remember a few things from several connected dreams, or the same dream in several intertwined installments. I remember three women and a rich, pulsating urban scene.

The first woman was Olga Jakhel, who looked absolutely stunning. A beautiful and poised woman, she was that much more beautiful and poised in my dream. We were involved in some kind of project having to do with planning and construction. We went to a fashion store together, and I remember annoying the people working there to the point of being thrown out. I was making fun of a large German expressionist painting hanging on the wall. A Penck or a Polke, I think. I remember having a ball, but all the details escape me now. Still, I remember crouching with Olga, who was dressed in fabulous clothes, and eating a delicious, juicy sandwich, which we both held in our mouths at the same time. We took bites from it alternately. I held her with one hand and played with her crotch through her underpants with the other. She let me, giggling happily. We were laughing, guffawing at everything around us.

The second woman was Lauren. She was young and fresh. I remember hugging her, wrestling with her. I remember biting her playfully. There was a mark of my teeth just above one of her knees, where her muscles display a characteristic bulge. I do not recall what we were doing at the time, but we were with a large group of jolly friends. We were on a round of crowded clubs, bars, pubs. I recall crowds, lights, rowdy voices, dancing. Our love was free, merry, ecstatic. Lauren’s face was radiant, her eyes wide open, expectant. She was beautiful, really beautiful. It was marvelous to meet her so happy once again.

I think the third woman was Bonny Hafner, but I am not sure. She startled me at first. I thought she was a sculpture in a shop or a bar. The place was bustling, as well. She was perfectly still when I spotted her through the crowd. But then she started moving, stretching herself languidly, looking at me longingly. She was naked. Her eyes were enormous, blue, deep, haunting. Her body was painted white with some pink and green in places, especially around her breasts and her crotch. She was also a bit scary, a bit over the top. It appeared she was somehow bound with the sculpture she represented. She seemed to be trapped in it, perhaps against her will. I still remember her big blue eyes, but I do not remember approaching her, touching her, feeling her next to me. Nevertheless, it was marvelous seeing her again, being so close to her. Yes, I think it was Bonny.

Unfortunately, much of my vivid dream has been lost in the meanwhile. Much of the color is gone by now. If I were only not as rushed as I was today! My climb was so long and the weather so iffy that I knew I must not stop to dedicate myself to my dream. In retrospect, that was probably a mistake. The weather held up pretty well. If I only sat down to record what I experienced as soon as I woke up instead of rushing up, toward Škrlatica!