So last night I had a dream I went back to high school to get a second “degree” (I think I knew this was pretty much worthless, since it’d just be another diploma, but somehow I thought it’d be fun). After a class or two and looking at the work I had to do for US History, I decided it wasn’t worth it and went to the office to drop-out. At the end of my dream, I declared “hey! I’m a high school drop-out now!”
Apparently, my enrollment and first day of class (or maybe it was sometime in the first week) coincided with a few of my friends visiting the school, which made for a convenient get-away as I just walked out of the school with them on their way out. This was a somewhat weird dream, perhaps spawned by seeing a clip of Mark-Paul Gosselaar (aka Zach Morris) on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon.
“Hast Du etwas Zeit für mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied fuer Dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Denkst Du vielleicht grad’ an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied fuer Dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Und dass sowas von sowas kommt” - Nena