I had funny dreams last night. I kept waking up in the middle of the night, and so I cannot be sure any longer what I dreamt and what I thought between dreams. At first I dreamt of BBC, of all things. I was concerned only with the acronym, though. What does the “c” stand for, I remember thinking? “Corporation,” I figured it out. And then BBC transformed into BCC. Hey, what is the first “c” for? Ah, I remember figuring it out, “communications.” Finally, BCC transformed into CCC. What could the first “c” stand for? “Christian,” I realized. I was kind of elated by the discovery, too. Having resolved the riddle, I discovered that the letter “c” figured all too often in my thoughts. Why? At last it flashed through my mind that “c” was for “cigar.” I must not forget to buy cigars tomorrow, I started thinking feverishly. We will be going to Motovun, and we cannot find cigars there. When I woke up for the last time, it was already morning. “Christian Communications Corporation,” I remembered my dreams. “No, no,” I corrected myself at once, “cigars, cigars, cigars!”