I dreamt that I was talking to my beloved about a letter she had to write in French. It was a formal missive, and it required quite a bit of thought. I was suggesting to her how to phrase some of its key parts. We were in some strange apartment that was completely empty. There was not a sign of anyone living there. She was listening to me, but she was completely quiet. Out of the blue, I hugged her, put my head on her shoulder, and started crying. As I was sobbing, I kept repeating the same words: “Je t’aime, je t’aime…” When I woke up, it was morning and it was time to get up. My beloved was already gone. She went to her office early this morning so that we could leave for Motovun around noon. She will be with me for a few days, and then she will return to Zagreb by herself. We had a tiff last night, and it was her who was crying just before we went to sleep. I held firm, but not through the night. My dream rounded off the story.