I dreamt that I was participating in an architectural competition of some kind. Each participant had about twenty roughly hewn chunks of wood laid out on a double newspaper page. The competition took place in a space that reminded me of the municipal offices in Motovun. I do not remember who organized it, but it could have been someone from the architectural summer school that takes place in the hilltown every year. The competition was just about to start, and we were expecting more participants. For the time being, there were only three of us. The other two were both dogs. One was Nero, owned by Hana Posavec and Emil Soldatić, and the other was Hoggar, owned by Zdenka Gold and Branka Rusnov. The dogs were very well behaved. Although their owners were nowhere around, both of them patiently waited for the competition to start by their chunks of wood laid out on newspapers and placed on the floor. They were a joy to behold. I remember fiddling impatiently with the chunks of wood in front of me, but I woke up before the competition started. The dream tells much about my deepest feelings toward architecture, I ruminated before I managed to fall asleep again. Pace Nero and Hoggar.