I had a dream about you. I had superhuman strength, not unlike I possess when I’m awake, and you wanted me to enter and win the World’s Strongest Man competition. I told you my super strength should be used for the good of humanity, as I tossed a beer keg 50 meters to earn the kiss of a female admirer, and then I said I’m going to become a baker in a colorful tent, because the people need bread and circuses to survive all the corruption in the world.