Again I dreamt that I was stranded at an international airport. I do not remember much about the dream, except that the whole thing got pretty complicated. I think I was in Sydney, Australia, and there were few connections to where I was going. If I remember correctly, I was going to Rijeka, an hour by car from Motovun. The only thing I can recall clearly is an officious security guard falling upon a young man because his soccer ball was not in his bag. Dressed in a smart beige uniform and hat, the guard was irate. It was as though any fool would know that soccer balls were an airport threat. The man was black and the ball was white. He dutifully put it in his bag, and the security guy left him in peace. Airports, airports! Hell international.