During my afternoon nap, which I took because it was horribly hot and humid, I dreamt that Nevio Premus, the builder who had refurbished my house in Motovun before I moved in, was moving my stuff out. He had a small tractor with a few trailers piled high with my books and paintings. When I woke up, I felt a bit disappointed because there was nothing in my dream about where I was moving to this time around. As if dreams can help about such important decisions.