I dreamt that my beloved and I were visiting a big city. It reminded me of Sydney. We did not know our way around. Having come to a bus station, we asked a man how to get across the city, where we wanted to see something. He told us which bus to take. This was the bus he was taking, too. Then we told him that we were getting hungry, and he showed us a take-away place where we could buy good stuff to eat later. We bought some sautéed veal, roasted potatoes, and plenty of crisp lettuce with baked beans for salad. I remember us standing in the bus before it started moving. The man we consulted was with us. He was talking to my beloved a few paces away from me, and I wanted to taste the food, which I was carrying in a big bag. It smelled very invitingly. I pulled a pair of chopsticks out of the bag and started eating. The food was delicious. The veal and potatoes went perfectly together. The salad was a joy, as well. I could not stop myself from eating and eating. Both my beloved and the man started teasing me at some point. “You’ll eat everything by yourself,” they were laughing. I kept eating, though. And I was still eating when I woke up. It was not yet eight o’clock, but I could not go back to sleep. And then I started thinking about the food I have been eating the last ten days: fruit, nuts, salads, and an occasional risotto. I have been fasting for so long that I have turned ravenous, as my dream testifies so well.