Anita wrote today that she dreamt that I had died. Apparently, I met my end in Reading. Dragoslav Kožul came over from Oxford to help her bury me. She asked him to get in touch with Lauren and Marko. He found Lauren, but she said that children would be too upset by the whole thing. They did not come. Dragoslav could not find Marko, though. Anita insisted that he should be here, and she and Dragoslav got into a tiff about the whole thing. In the end, they made up. They buried me by themselves. Afterwards, he insisted that she should take my computer. My divorce with Lauren was still pending, and my computer was sure to be full of incriminating evidence against me. Anita was reluctant, thinking that Marko should get my computer, but she eventually heeded Dragoslav’s advice. Phew! My indiscretions are the stuff of dreams already.