I dreamt that I was in a company of jolly men. Most of them between about forty and sixty, they were all from Motovun or the surrounding villages. As is often the case after a few drinks, women came up in the banter. No-one had anything nice to say on the subject, though. As it seemed, women were the worst of creation. Soon enough someone started teasing me about my beloved. We can always be seen holding hands or hugging and kissing. “Hey,” I responded with a big smile on my face, “I will not tell you a single word about my woman!” There was hooting all around. “If I did,” I explained half in jest, “you would all go completely crazy!” Luckily for me, I had to pee, and I got up to go to the toilet. The urge woke me up, too. Had I stayed with the jolly men even a minute longer, I could have said too much.