There was once a dream, though it wasn’t mine but I had it all the same, and I still have it. It is neither a religious vision of doom or blessings, nor a political speech on promises or propaganda; for it is only a dream. You and I are here, and hereafter in this dream, you and I shall be called ‘we’, as it would be on planet earth and yes, we are in a dream, a dream-dream, for that is all it is. We or our dreams, at times one cannot tell which is vaguer. The picture of things is not yet clear but we have been made to understand that today is the first of January, in the year F.G. 300. As we must have guessed, the B.C. came and went, so too did the Anno Domini and the new calendar system is already three hundred years old. Yes, we are that far off our present consciousness. The F.G. is an abbreviation for Finem Gratiæ, a lost language’s way of saying ‘the end of grace’. We feel this language isn’t lost because we are still here, dreaming a dream.