It was a delight, and made me think of that one children's story where the old woman comes in and offers the dentist three figs in exchange for a pulled tooth, and each of the figs will make his dreams become reality. He doesn't believe her and eats one (though I remember he cut it apart, perhaps they weren't figs?) and his dreams that night came real, which comes as quite a shock to him. On and on, and eventually he attempts to train his mind to dream what he wants, all the while his dog (who he treats quite cruelly) plots, steals and eats the last fig and eventually, for it is the dog's dreams that then come true, the cruel dentist and the dog exchange worlds.
My fig experience was nothing of that sort.
I did, however, also experience my first earthquake, a mere hours after eating my first fresh fig. It was quite strange to feel the earth tremor around me, not unlike how thunder tremors in the clouds.
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