I dreamt that I was talking with a couple of friends about the Motovun forest. I think both were from the hilltown, but I do not remember much about them, except that one of them had graying hair and wore a blue sweater. The day before the three of us went to a lecture of a botanist concerned with endangered species of trees. The lecture focused on the vegetation along the Mirna valley. When I mentioned that the whole forest was endangered according to the botanist, one of the friends corrected me by saying that only one species of trees was actually endangered. Astonished, I turned to the other friend, but he agreed with the first one. According to the botanist, he also claimed, only one species was in trouble. I remember getting enraged fast. “Well,” I stood up and started walking around, “I must be going nuts!” Both of my friends looked at me as though I was really going nuts. “If both of you say the same thing,” I waved my hands, “where was I during yesterday’s lecture?!” Neither of them said a word, though. This is all I remember of the dream, but I was delighted by it when I woke up. “That’s me,” I kept repeating, “that’s exactly me!”