I dreamt that I got a number of paintings made with truffles, and that I gave them to a bunch of friends at a party in Zagreb. If I remember correctly, they came from a summer school for artists in Motovun, which I helped run. On the small side, the paintings were made on thick cardboard and covered with cellophane. Each painting had an entire truffle mixed into the paint. Vague smell of the tuber was still there. The fun part was the catalogue, which I brought with me. Under each painting there was a color photograph of the sliced truffle and its price in euros. They varied between five and twenty euros. If my memory is not playing tricks on me, these were the prices of paintings, as well. Although the truffle paintings themselves were rather bland, my friends were quite excited by my presents. The catalogue attracted most attention, though. When I woke up, I tried to remember the paintings themselves rather than their smell, but I did not get very far. All that remains in my mind are misty purplish scenes that were most likely daubed with crumpled paper towels.