This morning things were a little different, Okay, a lot different. I opened my eyes to sunlight streaming through what should have been my slightly opened blinds. I stretched, yawned, and reached for my phone. While kicking my legs over the side of what should have been my tall bed. Unable to find my phone, I then realized my bed was not where it was the night before. Instead of on its frame, a few feet up from the floor, it was now laying on a mosaic tile floor, and my walls which were normally an off beige color were covered in frescos. Slowly coming to my senses I took in my new, serene yet confusing environment. Looking down I noticed the legs attached to my body were not mine. They were those of a middle aged man. I leaped from my bed in frenzy and ran to the adjoining room, noticing pillows sitting on the floor in an almost couch like formation. I suddenly came to the astonishing conclusion that not only have a I time traveled, I have changed bodies with a stocky middle aged man, and appeared to be in Ancient Greece. “Plato my darling” piped a short younger lady, with long brown hair in a side swept braid. “Plato, like the Greek philosopher?” I questioned internally, followed by “I should’ve paid more attention in sociology”. Before I had time to chime back to the lady she asked “are you ready for your lecture today my love?” As I finally found my voice, I retorted with “what lecture?” My heart was racing like a horse running in the Kentucky derby. She rolled her eyes giggling while saying “silly silly man, your lecture on the meaning of life is in an hour.” The horses in my chest ran faster, and my mind filled with questions like “how would I know the meaning of life? I’m only twenty six and from easily 700 years in the future.” While I pondered these thoughts the short olive skinned lady must have wondered off, so I meandered my way into the courtyard outside of my new villa. I then noticed the small rectangular outdoor space was filling with patrons dressed in long linen dresses of different colors more commonly known in my own time as a “toga”. I had only ever seen these in cheesy movies about Greece and antiquity. Deep in thought I didn’t realize that these things would start early if I was seen, so I slowly approached the podium. “Today we are here to ponder one of life’s most pressing questions.” I stated, voice shaking like mount visuvious before its fated eruption, which would happen years later. I reached back into my own memory trying to think of a single one of Plato’s speeches from any textbook in my life, to no true avail. “The meaning of life,” I continued with a little more confidence. “Is entirely subjective on the summation of the experiences we have in our time on earth, the good, the bad and the ugly”. From the back row I heard a man ask “what in tarturus does that mean?” With confusion in irritation in his voice. Before I got the chance to answer, the whole world went black, and quiet outside of a slight jaunty rhythm that was slowly increasing in volume. “All my friends n know the low rider” were the lyrics I was hearing. As I slowly came to consciousness, I realized, I fell asleep on my couch, again with Nickelodeon on. I was so grateful to hear those lyrics, and to be back in modern times, that all I could think as I dozed back to dream land, was “what if the meaning of life, is all of our friends know the low rider?”