The day was awful! Fred was lying in the cosy warm bed, trying to understand why his mother scolded him even punished. But the reason odd for him: Fred had just only thrown the apple into the picture and tore the new book.
- Nothing on the picture was real, understandable- only some strange spots of the paint and nothing else. Does it really mean something that the name of the pianist is Claude Monet? The picture is Ugly!
Fred didn't respect any art at all. He found all pictures, books etc. useless and silly. He was interesting only in numbers - only numbers were important. He imagined himself a famous and outstanding businessman. Who had a lot of subordinates even servants. He was a lucky person.
In such happy thoughts he felt asleep...
He had a dream and it was really strange and awesome.
Fred was staying at the brink of the vast endless precipice and then he jumped...
His fall seemed to be perpetual, but at last he felt the ground. Fred looked around and understood that he was in Stone Age. Pristine people were occupied by there own affairs and didn't see him. He paid attention to a strange figure in a cave that forbade to draw pictures on the wall, because that occupation was useless and only took a lot of time. At that moment Fred couldn't see the horror of that small event...
Then he again realized that he was falling down again and at last he found himself in the desert. He noticed a blue ribbon of the river in the west and supposed he was in Egypt, because that view was familiar to him; he had seen it in the book, when he enjoyed reading. But were where the pyramids? The sphinx?
The answer was unusual: it happened so that one of the pharaohs decided to have a grave not in a pyramid, but in a small house of stone with no pictures, hieroglyphs and so the art of the ancient Egypt didn't born. The consequences were terrifying - people lived in small uncomfortable houses with no decorations.
Fred still couldn't understand the problem...
Another jump - another age. Now it was the Medieval Age. Only this times Fred liked because of its brave knights, great wars, but he saw no castles, no prisons, no courageous people, only identical gloomy houses with small windows. And what about people? People were like robots, they had no feelings, no emotions they thought only about food, drink and sleep: no interests. Fred began to understand...

A new jump and he found himself in modern times. And the most unrespectabie thing was that he saw himself. Fred couldn't believe his eyes: in a dark cold small room was sitting an old ugly man, whose only occupation was to count. But everything was not as in Fred's dreams: the man was
unhappy. The city was in a deep gloom, even the Sun had a habit to stay behind the clouds.
Fred wanted to curl up and die, he couldn't stay in that room, because he understood his mistake: the past chose another road, the road without anything human and it destroyed everything...
Fred found himself at home, but he remembered every detail of his dream, he understood a lot of things during that night and woke up a new person.