Tuckson

I'm with my mother in some kind of town's square. There's some kind of town's party going on those days, although there is nobody in the square at the moment. It seems to be the morning after a party. There are several stands throughout the square, with different colours (red, blue, ...) We want to do something with them (I think we want to move them), but we don't agree to how to do it.

Two stand owners arrive to the square and my mum asks them something obvious disguised in the form of a question that would settle our argument (something like "Isn't it true that we have to move them in a way that they occupy the least possible space"?). They answer a "logical" Yes and my mother leaves. I get angry and I realize the trick she's used, so I start to argue saying that she can't ask something which answer is "Yes" and leave like she is right in the previous argument. I wake up.