I dreamt that my beloved brought me a cake when I woke up this morning. It was a Valentine’s Day cake in the shape of a reclining woman very like her wearing a long gray-blue skirt. Between her legs and under the skirt, like in a cave, the two of us lied on a mattress. The two figures were rather small and looked quite alike. I remember marveling at the cake and wondering about the message it conveyed. There seemed to be a touch of witchcraft about it, too. I also remember wondering how we would eat the cake, which seemed to be very delicate. Cutting it anywhere would also disfigure it. When I actually woke up, I remembered that we had talked about the Valentine’s just before we went to sleep. Both of us find the commercialization of this holiday most annoying. More, disgusting. And it is gathering pace around the globe, Croatia included.