I dreamt that I got involved in a real estate project that was supposed to help business development in eastern Slavonia, which was impoverished by the recent war. A large building complex was already built and divided into many manageable sections. Each section was now to be managed by an intermediary like me. I was to take on the responsibility for regular rental payments for my own section. They were to remain fixed over ten years. The monthly payments would go to the bank that financed the project with some help from the European Union. My task was to rent the space to a variety of businesses. In return for this service, I was expected to pocket the difference between my obligation to the bank and the money I collected from the businesses in my section. This was still a mission of good will because of the risk that intermediaries like me were undertaking by accepting to pay fixed rent to the bank. The monthly rent for my section was to be three-thousand and two-hundred euros. I remember getting the first bill, which came out of a cash register. Two representatives of the bank shook hands with me. It was a happy occasion for all concerned. The next step would be negotiating with people who planned to use the complex for their business activities. This is where intermediaries like me had to compete for best customers. With some skill, each of us was expected to get up to three times the monthly rent we were obliged to pay to the bank. When I woke up, I marveled at the scheme, which I remembered in quite some detail. But I marveled even more at the notion of getting involved in any sort of business at this stage of my life. Pure fiction.