I dreamt that I was somehow involved in a scientific experiment concerning the effects of time on the performance of art gallery directors. Two time cycles—one involving an individual’s ageing process, and the other having to do with the development of the art world—were somehow separated to study their effects in isolation. In the former case, the art gallery director went through an accelerated ageing process while the art world remained unchanged; in the latter, the director’s age remained the same in a rapidly evolving art world. I think the entire cycle took only four weeks in each case, perhaps related to the Moon cycle. I recall neither why the experiment was conducted nor what it ultimately showed. But I remember that there were two subjects. The key one was a woman with short blond hair called Sarah, whereas the other woman with short dark hair was a control subject. Her name escapes me now. I was much closer to Sarah, and I was very much impressed by her performance, although it was clear the experiment was beginning to take its toll on her. I talked to her one day when she appeared exhausted, bewildered, and old. “Sarah,” I said with emotion, “you are the bravest, the cleverest, and the most beautiful woman I have ever met!” And that is all I still remember.