My beloved dreamt that we went together to Pazin, where I had to go to a number of government offices. I had written to all of them beforehand in order to explain as clearly as possible what I needed. When we arrived in Pazin, I could not get anything done, however. No matter how much I argued, nothing worked. My letters made no difference, either. In the end, after haggling in vain with a fake blonde in one of the many offices, I started crying. I was at the end of my tether. My beloved was kissing me in my despair, but she also yelled at all the office clerks in sight. She remembered the fake blonde most vividly because she had brought me to tears. Listening to all this when we got up, I felt that the dream was quite true to life. Minus my crying, though. Although the government offices in Pazin are indeed horrendous, I would never stoop to tears. Never ever. “It’s only a dream,” my beloved kept protesting, but I nonetheless remained peeved a bit for hours.