There is a legend around the castle, which Milan Belegišanin writes about in his book `Stone in the Wheat – Castles and Castles of Vojvodina` (illustrated stories and legends). So, the legend says: At the invitation of the owner of the castle, a painter named Jatan came to paint a few paintings for the salon of the beautiful Dunđerski castle. The castle had a calming effect on the painter and he thought that he would finish his work very soon. Three years passed, and the painter could not start working. Every time he took the brush, his hand became heavy, and a barbell came over his eyes. His heart emptied and his forehead dripped with fear and sweat. One night he dreamed of walking by the Hajduk lake. Suddenly, he heard a voice from the lake: `All the beauty of nature is condensed in me, dip a brush in my water and you will create the most wonderful overflows of color. Your inspiration will be constant. Rainbows and stars sleep on my surface and in my bottom. They breathe through my drops , and through the waves of my water a white dove’s wing emerges. All that beauty will be yours, but you must promise me that you will give me all that you will dream from the next night until the end of life. You will give me your dreams and the dreams of two generations of your descendants.`

The sleeping painter immediately agrees to this. The next morning, when he woke up, the painter went to the lake carrying an easel. Dip one foot into warm paraffin, and a miracle happens. Beautiful images began to form. He had the impression that someone else was leading his hand. Not only did the shapes of the color on the easel exude white dove wings, but the flutter of those wings could also be heard. Its September forests not only had all the bright colors of St. Michael’s summer, but the scent of fallen autumn leaves wafted between the frames of the easel. The painters’ canvases were the magic of colors that could be heard and breathed. But since then the painter has lost his dreams.

At first he didn’t mind. He thought he was working hard and getting tired, and because of that he fell into a hard and deep dreamless dream. But, as time passed, he began to realize that if he does not dream in a dream, then he does not live in that time. A dreamless dream is a waste of time. He saw that he had given too much to the lake. In a few pictures, Trump traded most of not only his own, but also a part of the lives of his sons and grandsons. After that, the elderly painter quickly left Hajdučica, as if fleeing from something. And the lake, pregnant with the dreams of three generations, is sometimes agitated, and sometimes it is like glass. In the first case, it seems that some strange shapes are created from the water arches, which seem to have come out of the nightmare of some unfortunate person. When the water of the lake is calm, you can see beautiful pictures of distant landscapes full of deer roar and some chastity dripping from the leaves of willow, birch and poplar. It’s as if the lake is dreaming of someone else’s trampled dream.