I dreamt that Slobodan Vugrinec, the mayor of Motovun, came to me asking for money for his graduate studies in political science. He has only an undergraduate degree in the subject, and he wanted to go further with it. If I remember correctly, he wanted a doctoral degree. He presented me with a folder in which there were certificates of several loans he has already arranged for the purpose. The contracts specified when the money would be returned and with what interest. One of them was from the hotel in Motovun. I do not remember how much money he was looking for, but I remember that I was very confused about my place in his borrowing scheme. What in the world would he do with a doctoral degree? And why did he come to me, of all people? I also remember being quite confused about his behavior. He did not say much, but he smiled a lot, which is not what he normally does. Given so much bad blood between us, he was suspiciously nice as he pushed his folder toward me in the hope that I would help in some way. Apparently, even a small loan from me would do. Although I do not remember how our negotiations ended, I woke up still confused. Whence such an outlandish dream?