Various fruits for various purposes

I go to the greengrocer's to buy various fruits for various purposes: to increase my vitamin intake, to improve my food digestion, to stimulate my brain activity, etc. However, after returning home I don't recognize the fruits, and I have forgotten why I bought them.

(In writing this down I realize that in my dream I simultaneously knew and forgot why I bought those fruits. And though I need only a few lines to describe this dream, it wasn't short at all.)

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