What a pretty dream I had! last night I had a pretty dream. I was in a musical academy, I was the responsible one of a concert which was going to be holding an important musical festival. My expectations were high and so my efforts. I was in charge of staff, budget, equipment, instruments, etc. Everyone's eyes were on me however, musicians didn't understand my instructions, they lost the rhythm and the song fell apart into paper scraps. The squad set the light system up but this one couldn't hold itself and fell apart into paper wastes. The technicians set the sound system up but this one couldn't hold itself and fell apart into paper trash. It doesn't matter how much I or my colleagues' efforted, everything around us, the walls, the roof, the stairs, the scenery fell apart into paper pieces. The director of the project tired of this situation ordered us to cancel the concert and clean the mess up. ¡what impotence! ¡What frustration! I had no choice but piling papers up and take the trash out. I noticed my colleagues didn't care. They looked so relax and pleased as if nothing had happened. They were piling papers while smiling and chatting. Their lack of consternation got me even more upset. After a while, I noticed over a corner a small paper mound which had a curious shape when viewed from a certain angle could be distinguished a subtle face well-formed ¡What a happy coincidence I thought! back on duty and after having taken down some piles I found again another curious mound but this time it forms a whole-body shape lying gracefully on the floor !what a curious accident I thought! I took a moment to look around me and I could perceive how different paper-mounds took shapes of animals. machines, vegetation. Amazed, I stopped what I was doing and went inside deeper into the room. the paper sculptures I came across with were every time bigger and more complex. They were not only simple forms but completed sceneries which narrated situations. As I went into deeper and deeper, the room got lighter into colors, the floor got brighter and more polished. I figured out that my mates were giving shape to the papers. They looked so relax like their lack of preoccupation and their leisureliness brought to life to all their creations. Eventually, little people showed up driving strange machines which also sculpt the paper and they all together ended up creating from the musical academy a museum of wonderland. Then is when I understood that not all our failures are a waste of time. We still