I dreamt that I was at some public event in Motovun together with my beloved, and that the event just ended. People were leaving. And then I noticed that several people were pulling Klaudio Ivašić from under a table. Looking at least ten years younger, he was pretty drunk. There was a mischievous smile on his face as he got up and stumbled toward us. It was clear he had a plan of some kind. Indeed, when he was close enough, he leaned toward me and swung one of his hands in my direction. He managed to give me a slap, which ended up feeling rather like a caress. Still smiling, he stumbled away. I was enraged, though. The slap gave me a most welcome excuse, and I was eager to grab hold of him. I could not care less that he was drunk. But my beloved held onto me with all her might. She understood what was going through my head, and she wanted to stop me from going after him. “Fuck that,” I barked at her and freed myself from her grip. I rushed after Klaudio. Feeling happy beyond belief that I was about to smash his face, I woke up. What a horrible disappointment!