According to my notes, this was a "story within a story". It seems that it had happened before the dream, and I saw it as a flashback, then was offered the same thing. I'll explain my vision, first. There is a field with dark green grass. It's plain, apparently for a long area. No trees or constructions nearby, with a specific exception which I believe was an old wooden house. The sky is gray, overcast, and a thick fog gives everything an even more gloomy appearance. It's hard to say what time of the day it is. It is a kind of place you only know if it's day or night. It's cold and the air feels damp.

A man is standing alone. To his left, appears floating on the air what most people would recognize as a mermaid. A woman with a dark green scaly fish tail. She seems to be wearing some minimal clothing, but it seems her chest is bare. She is beautiful, and her hair is long. Still, she is not alive, or exactly real. She exists as some kind of ghost. She glows with a weak green light that, along with her ghastly transparency, removes any trace of color from her skin. She is beautiful. Her etherical appearance is not fearful, but rather makes her look like something above us. It is not explained about her true nature, though. She has an offer to the man. Moving a hand out, she shows him a flower. (A rose?). It is completely white, and looks like it was crudely carved on a white stone. That is not stone, though, as she explains it is a "Salt Flower" ("Flor de Sal"). The man, around 30-35 years old, thin, with Hispanic features, a goatee and long curly hair tied back on a ponytail, watches her in awe.

She points to her left, or his right, into the fog. She explains that if he were to accept the Salt Flower, he would acchieve whatever he wanted in his life. Anything he wished for would instantly be granted. Everything but love. He could have any riches, fame and all the women he wanted(two beautiful female figures appear in the fog on the distance), but he would never be able to find love. Not on his life. She made this clear: the effect from the flower would last only for this lifetime. She moves down the flower, and it turns into a tear-shaped vial, and seeing it I believe it must taste just as salty. The man continues to stare at her, and finally accepts the offer. He walks towards the women in the fog. Now I'm being offered the same thing. I hesitate, almost certain that I would refuse it. Yet, when I wake up, I'm not sure what was my choice.