I dreamt that I was driving a car in a city I used to know rather well, but which I had not visited for many years. To the best of my recollection, it was Belgrade. Anyhow, the city was covered with snow. I remember driving through narrow lanes on both sides of which there were piles of snow left by ploughs. At some point I turned into a lane like this and realized at once that I was driving the wrong way. Indeed, a car entered it from the other side, and it was clear that we would not be able to squeeze past each other. The other driver managed to pull to the side at the entrance of the lane, though, and I stopped to apologize. “I’m sorry,” I said when I pulled the window down, “I made a silly mistake!” I spoke in English, too. The other driver just nodded, and I continued on my way. I came to a huge parking lot soon enough, and I went into reverse at a place that was just left vacant by a departing car. Snow was piled high all around it. I felt fortunate to park the car with such ease because the parking lot was full. When I woke up, I was perplexed by my dream. I have never driven like this, let alone in a city covered with snow. Besides, I do not have a driver’s license, and I was well aware of this in my dream. It thus remains a complete mystery to me. What was I doing in Belgrade in the middle of winter? From start to finish, it feels like someone else’s dream.