I dreamt that I was at a huge gathering dedicated to a broad topic, like the future of democracy or the future of Europe. If I remember correctly, it took place in Athens. I listened to a talk, and then I commented on it. I was calm and composed. The words came out of my mouth with great ease. When I stopped, there was a spontaneous applause. I remember that it gave me tremendous pleasure. Afterwards, I had a long talk with the man whose ideas I commented on. It was a pleasure talking with him, and we exchanged our addresses. And then someone gave me a large book prepared for the event. It was a bit too glossy for my taste, but it contained many interesting pieces of writing and images. To my amazement, there were several pieces of mine in key places. I was delighted at this discovery, and I kept looking through the book for more. The gathering had become a great pleasure for me. When I woke up, it was time to get up already. My beloved was still asleep next to me. But it was clear to me that I had been starved for recognition. “Old asshole,” I muttered to myself.