I had a lucid dream last night. One of those ones that was so clear that even for a moment after I woke up, I thought it had been real. Very strange considering the content, which I'll explain later. The sad thing was it was very disappointing to realize that it was not real. I don't think dreams should be allowed to be more interesting than real life. It's sort of a cruel trick of nature that makes us wake up in the morning and think about how much suckier life is. (Now before you get all up in my grill for saying this, I'm not saying my life is sucky. It's pretty good. Just sucky in comparison).

So here's the dream. I went to apply for a job at CIC (Citizenship and Immigration Canada). They were in a small but very nice mausoleum or Greek temple-y sort of building. The workers were mostly in a beautiful garden out back doing something that wasn't related to work. They commented about how backed up they were but just laughed about it. I think there was one person inside actually working. At any rate, it was an idyllic workplace in that it was pretty laid back, quiet, and a beautiful building and grounds. I was pretty excited to drop off my resume.

The next day I went back. I didn't have an interview yet, but I wanted to follow up on my submission. When I got there, I saw a centaur sparring with some Greek guy in front of the building. Now, even in my dream, I knew centaurs weren't supposed to exist, and so I thought that this was indeed going to be a very interesting workplace. I felt like I had just signed on with the fantasy equivalent of Men in Black. It was cool. Well, the Centaur (who I instinctively felt was Chiron) started sparring with me, and I did ok. The Greek man he had been sparring with prior was Telemachus, whose name I recognized but didn't remember who it was until after I woke up (Odysseus' son).

Anyway, I had a little chat with Chiron and found out he already knew who I was and that he had known my parents back in Alberta. I felt my appearance at the CIC at this time was somehow guided by either Providence or Chiron himself, and that I was to be assured the position. I was so happy to have found all this, and wanted to see what new things other than centaurs I might discover. Sadly, I woke up, and have not seen a centaur since.

The lesson: I have to make my life so incredibly awesome that never again will I wake up disappointed after a dream.

Recently I've been doing a push to get more exercise. I'm too lazy to work out on my own, so I take some of those group classes at the gym. I used to watch those classes and think how easy they looked. Well, I started one called Body Pump which is kind of like aerobics with weights. Not those little weights people jog with either. Barbells. Deadlifts, squats, and all that noise. After my first day, I was so sore the following morning that I couldn't raise my arms over my head to wash my hair. That's getting better, but I still want to die about 45 minutes in to every class (about the time we do Lunges. With weights).

Anyway, I do feel better so I keep pushing myself to go. I'm not even trying to be muscly. Just fit. Actually, I'll be happy just to negate my poor diet.

The strangeness of this ordeal is that I have to practically kill myself to get healthy. If exercise is good for me, shouldn't my body CRAVE it? Same with junk food. I don't care if you're an atheist or religious, but somewhere along the line, be it Creation or evolution, a joke has been played on mankind.

On that note: why two genders to reproduce? Wouldn't asexual reproduction be more efficient? Save a lot of trouble dating, anyway.

I guess my point today is that nature is cruel. Yet we keep lobbying to save it. Somehow we've been tricked again.