Last night I was visited by many a lively dream, but I could not remember a single one this morning. My beloved told me that she had an interesting dream, though. We were hugging in bed. We were naked. Many people we know in Motovun, both friend and mere acquaintance, came by our bed. They teased us that we could not make love any longer, but we paid no attention to them. We kept hugging as though we were alone. Hugging for true and giggling at her dream, we contradicted them all.