I dreamt that my beloved and I were on our way out of a hotel, where we had taken part in an international conference, which had taken place somewhere on the Croatian coast. We were in a bit of a rush. Many of our colleagues had already left for the airport. To save time, my beloved went to the reception to pay, and I rushed to our apartment to collect our stuff. I am not sure why we rented an apartment, but it was quite large and sumptuously appointed. I remember that the cleaning crew was already lined up in front of the door when I arrived. As I was pulling our stuff out of several closets and stuffing it into our bags, I heard my beloved in the other room. “How much was it?” I asked in a loud voice. “Four, six, seven, seven,” she responded in a similar way. This was the price in Croatian kuna, of course. When I woke up, the number was etched in my mind. I thought of the lottery at once. Years ago, many people would think of a number dreamt in this way as the lucky number. “Four, six, seven, seven,” I kept mulling it over and over again, as if I was about to bet on the lottery myself.