I woke up late from a dream where i had learned 3 magic words (i think they were actually two, but my dreams don't care about numbers) and a ritual which would excuse me from fines for overdue library books. The ritual involved frayed ribbons.
As i got dressed, i kept repeating the words, so i could write them down later. But when i got to my destination, all i found in my head was Laurie Anderson's Language is a virus.