Zvuky Prahy / Sounds of Prague

Another dream that i didnt have: I'm in some kind of Thai massage salon at night. It is in Dlouhá Street, somewhere where Milan Knížak actually has a gallery. I am sitting on a chair and watching the owner of the salon massaging a lady on a bed. The lady slowly transform into a dog and starts making strange throaty sounds. The masseuse is surprisingly not afraid and pats her cheeks and back. Suddenly, a large hornet enters through the open door and circles the dim lamp on the ceiling. Te sounds of crickets play from the speakers, probably because it's a hot summer night. I realize it didnt rain again for weeks and the hornet might be searching for water to drink. Then he lets it go and finally stops wandering, heads towards the open window and disappears somewhere into the stuffy, dark, desolate Dlouhá Street.