I dreamt that I walked into a lecture amphitheater in which lights were dimmed. Only the writing desks in front of each seat were lit. Most of the students were already in their seats, but the lecturer was not there yet. An assistant of his was going through the slides prepared for the lecture. It was the slides that attracted me, for they were about the construction industry. As far as I could gather, for the slides were going by very quickly, the lecture was about the behavior of German construction firms in Croatia. The main argument pointed at deliberate exploitation of the primitive local conditions. Realizing that I would have to talk to the lecturer himself, I started walking out of the amphitheater. And then I saw three young people sitting next to each other in the last row. Writing desks in front of them bathed in warm light. All of them in their early twenties, they were talking animatedly in hushed voices. Closest to me was a young woman with ginger hair and very pale skin. Next to her was a young man with very dark hair and dark complexion. He looked like an Arab, but he could have been Greek or southern Italian, too. The last in the group was a smallish young man with a bird-like face and short light-brown hair. He was talking when I noticed them. He was turned toward the young woman, and she was turned toward him. And then I noticed that he was fondling one of her smallish, soft breasts. Her thick beige sweater was raised above her nipple, which looked translucent in the warm light, and his fingers were gently pulling at it in plain view of the other young man. As they were talking, there was an air of great intimacy between the three, which struck me as quite wonderful, no matter the sexual undertones of the fondling. Although I was quite surprised by what I saw, the scene filled me with immense tenderness.