There are a bunch of little rubber balls bouncing in a white room. Each looks like a globe.
They bounce and bounce and gradually make their way to a hole in the floor on the side of the wall where they slide down a shoot into a big net.
There are flames that lick the globes and try to melt them. there is water that sprinkles from the ceiling that keeps them from melting.
The fire is just hot enough to change the face of each ball but not destroy it. There is a sifting of all the junk. The dead layers are coming off. I see a big jaw that blows the balls from the east. They dry quickly only to be burned and rained on again and again.
Each world represents the purpose of a person. Each person is refined by fire until he is made new and ready for action. Some balls become brittle over time because they wont surrender. Others fall off the net and try to escape and do their own thing. Only a few are chosen to continue to the end. Only a few make it all the way.