I dreamt that I was taking a leisurely walk through a familiar town in the early evening. The place was quite busy. Every once in a while, I would come across three or four guys wearing dark glasses. I knew them, too. They were the bad guys. One of them was the boss, and he always walked in front of the others. On one of our encounters, he suddenly turned toward me and then made a few fast steps in my direction. His guys were right behind him. Having made a few steps toward him myself, I shouted: “What do you want?!” The anxious shout woke me up, and I sat up in bed. It was still dark outside. My thoughts immediately turned to the mayor of Motovun and his goons. I will be returning there in about a week, whence the guys wearing dark glasses in my dream. I must be suffering from a post-traumatic stress disorder of some kind. It is mild, but it is nevertheless palpable. In the middle of the night, even the thought of Motovun was distressing, let alone the thought of the mayor and his goons. It took me at least an hour to fall asleep again, but the dream was still clear in my mind when I got up in the morning.