Four Hours for a Horse and Butterflies

At first my memory is weak, but then I remember a dream. We have an agreement with [person A] regarding a space that I have to lend him in exchange for a contract. I must open a door for him.

[person A] is expecting a copy of the book of dreams I published. My mother overhears about that and asks me for a copy, too. To avoid problems, I would prefer she not read it, since there are fragments that mention our sometimes precarious relationship.

I’m in the middle of a contradiction, caught in between the contract I have with [person A] and the limit I would like to set with my mother.

I’m surrounded by friends and acquaintances. Tonight is New Year's Eve,

and I go outside, wondering how the others will celebrate it.

I meet [person B] by chance outside her family' house. The [family name redacted] have a house on a big piece of land with an arcade as an entrance. I ask her how they’ll celebrate, and she says they plan to spend the night exclusively among themselves. [person B] tells me that she can invite me, as long as I go alone. The people who are with me cannot attend, as it is a closed family group, I believe.

Others will also celebrate among their own acquaintances, each group separately.

[person A] asks me what I'm going to do, but I'm still figuring out my options.

In the end, I remember that [person C], [person D] and I have to set up an exhibition for [person A]. I need to coordinate them. It is an installation with a horse and four butterflies hanging from the ceiling. The thing is we have very little time. At

first we had two weeks, but now we have a mere four hours. The most efficient way would be to use the butterflies [person D] gave me, so I would just have to paint the horse.

The best I could negotiate with [person A] is that to finance the expenses, which do not seem high to me, [person D] pays 25 dollars, and [person C] and I together put in the other 50%.

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