Fac ut Vivas

99 dreams I have had
In every one a red balloon
It’s all over and I’m standin’ pretty
In the dust that was a city
If I could find a souvenir
Just to prove the world was here…
And here it is, a red balloon
I think of you and let it go.

—- II —-

Speaking of dreams (again), back in 1999, we were convincing a friend to study hard for our exams that afternoon. He said there was no need for that because he was up all night studying.

5 minutes before the start, as he entered the room, he remembered that he was only dreaming about studying all night. The look on his face reminded you of that scene in movies where the villain says: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! after a foiled plan. In his case it was s@!t, d@m* as well as the other expletives he managed to cough up in 5 seconds.

… I guess that was the reason why he couldn’t figure out why he slept in one location and woke up in another.

Poor Lad. He didn’t even have a red balloon.