I remember it because it was yesterday. The blurring most of all, is clear in my mind. I stood in a place beyond time, where everything happens, all at once, forever. I wandered a bit through blurry events, before finding a most curious sight.

They stood rooted to the ground, motionless. Four people had laid out a stand in from of them and had taken position besides one another. They held their hands open, arms outstretched, like a child waiting to get slapped. Behind them, I saw the world burning and heard laughter falling like raindrops from fiery faces.

They weren't human, that much was obvious. In the place without time, you can't stay long without becoming something else. Mannequins perhaps, maybe crash test dummies? I couldn't focus on the painted masks that they used as faces, but the metallic coils of their necks were clearly visible. No wonder they didn't move.

I looked at their offerings. Pineapples ripe with thorns as big as my thumb. Apples, chained together by barbed wire. Endless rows of grapes, one of them had split open and a serpentine tongue was reaching out, tasting the air.

"These are the fruits of tomorrow," a voice in my head said.

"What price must be paid?" I inquired. "They carry their own," was the response.

I became aware that the four salesmen had been replaced with the see-through images of four blue-skinned girls. I couldn't focus on their black eyes, but knew that if I managed to, I would find all the answers I'd need.

That's why I stopped trying and looked at the fruits again. "At least it's not alcohol."

I took a pear and bit into it. It bit back, of course, but the taste was exquisite.

It ended. Then I woke up and forgot. These dreams are quite exotic.

And what a beginning it was. The fanfare! The jubilance! What I have always wanted.

In my dreams.