I dreamt that I was renouncing something, but I do not remember what it was. All I remember is that it was quite hard, but that it also brought me enormous joy. Although I was suffering, I felt wonderful. In fact, I was ecstatic most of the time. I also remember that I was losing weight. That is, I was getting thinner and thinner. My beloved was helping me wash myself at some point, and she was obviously worried about my condition. I did my best to persuade her that my renunciation suited me fine. What worried her most was that I was changing color, too. My skin was becoming bluish-gray, if I remember correctly, and she wanted me to see a doctor. I woke up before the end of my ordeal. It was morning already. Having renounced tobacco last year, and having started renouncing alcohol this year, I am in the mood for renouncing much of the food I like, as well. One way or another, I am turning ascetic. This is what my dream seems to be telling me, I reckon.