I dreamt that my beloved was introducing me to an ex-boyfriend of hers who was a writer of renown and who could be of some help to me regarding the publication of some stories that had previously been banned for their pornographic content. We were at a crowded sea resort, and she noticed him in an outdoor café some way from ours. She went to talk to him, and then she brought him to our table. He had a carefully arranged long hair that annoyed me at first sight. I had a feeling that he had it died. His face was not to my liking, either. Self-importance was written all over it. It was clear that he was kind of riled up by our meeting, as well. I remember feeling old in front of him, for he was at least ten years my junior. Perhaps I was also jealous a tiny bit. Even though my beloved was being helpful, she was a bit too aloof toward me for my taste. I woke up before the writer and I could start talking about my banned stories. It was still dark out there, but I could not fall asleep again. My dream annoyed me no end. More, it made me angry. My beloved has no ex-boyfriends like the writer of renown. Besides, I could not care less about anyone’s help with publishing of anything I have written, let alone some stories that were previously banned for their pornographic content. The dream strikes me as something that has no connection with either of us. I am outright disgusted by it. But the best I can do about it is to write it down. Pornographic content, my ass.