I dreamt that a rocket port opened on the road between Motovun and Pazin. Such ports became very popular, and they opened everywhere around Istria. Known as rockports, they required very little space. The fuel for rockets was made from wood. It could be made locally, too. Rockets landed by parachute, which was quite safe. Landings were a bit rough, but young people loved to travel by rocket. Small groups often traveled together from one rockport to another. All sorts of events sprung up around the ports, but rock festivals were the most popular among them. “Rock” and “rocket” went together perfectly in everyone’s mind. Watching the rockets lift off and land was fun for everyone, and the rockport between Motovun and Pazin became a spot to visit. Young people went there in droves. When I woke up, it was morning already. Outlandish as it was, the dream delighted me. It struck me as perfectly feasible, as well. I got up feeling chipper.