I dreamt that my beloved and I were in a familiar restaurant, but that we were waiting in line to pay for some takeaway food, which we did for the first time. The line was long and each of us had a whole bunch of paper bags in our hands. When we reached the cashier’s, Nikola Grgurić was at the till. We exchanged friendly greetings, but then we realized that neither of us had money in our hands. And so both of us struggled to pull out the money out of our pockets. I happened to be first, and I put one-hundred and fifty kuna on the counter. Nikola picked up the money, but was distracted for a moment by someone from the restaurant staff. And then my beloved plopped a huge pile of money on the counter. I remember many ten and twenty kuna bills, as well as at least one two-hundred kuna bill. “What is this?” frowned Nikola when he turned back toward us and saw the unexpected pile. “Ah,” I laughed, “you know us!” I remember that some people in the line behind us were getting annoyed by the delay. Even Nikola, who is a wonderful guy, got a bit cross with us as he worked hurriedly at the till. When I woke up, it was morning already. We know Nikola for about a decade. He started working as a waiter at Ronald Geul’s restaurant in Motovun, which Klaudio Ivašić took over many years ago. Nikola stayed throughout. There has never been any takeaway food at the restaurant, though. But my beloved and I were true to life in my dream, for we are forever fighting over our bills.