I had a dream about my dumb dystopian decisions.
The year is 2218. The economy is thriving and there is peace in the world. I am elected President of the US, and one of my first actions in office is to impose a strict tariff on pineapple imports in order to boost government revenue and to "protect" pineapples. This decision causes a disasterous ripple effect in the economy, leading to it's inevitable collapse. Roughly 85% of the population becomes unemployed, businesses collapse and close, and religious organizations dissolve into oblivion. Crime skyrockets, and the whole world becomes a dystopia of dysfunction dominating the economic, political, and moral landscape.
Fast forward to 2285, and I am, somehow, younger and I am now in my late 20s. After decades of being a dictator making dumb decisions about controling peoples' private lives through gang stalking and spying, I had caused chaos among the masses, and I was removed from office years before. I was now a hobo vagabond who humped every hoe I could find, spreading my seed. I was deplorable and guilty of being a predator and I was banned and ostracized.
Everywhere I went, buildings were burning or sat in neglect and decay, and I wandered alone through the streets of sinister secrets and illicit ills. Years had gone by, and those years of power and prosperity were a former life. The people were happy to have witnessed my collapse.
I was now ready to settle down and find a home. With jobs being scarce, I decided to exploit myself so I could earn money to buy a house. I made naughty videos with random strangers, which were sold for profit. Once I accumulated enough funds, I got in touch with a realtor.
One of my unrealistic utopian rules as former dictator was that all houses could only be white. As a result, many houses had been demolished as punishment for noncompliance. This led to a housing crisis, so finding a house was nearly impossible. It took a while for my realtor to find me an available home. Once one was found, I was shown the only available house in the region. After a quick look around without paying attention to the details, I made a snap decision to buy the house immediately.
Once I moved into my new home, I found that it lacked a bathroom. There was absolutely no toilet, tub, or even a towel rack anywhere to be found in the home. Realizing that I had yet again made a dumb decision, I became stressed and full of anxiety.
I went to a nearby abandoned high school in hopes of finding a working bathroom and shower. Inside, I found hallways full of horrors and grotesqueries where hobos were cooking human ribs in crockpots and kettles. Cannibalism was rampant, and everyone was eating each other.
Being as discreet as possible, I found a locker room. I just barely made it into a stall not a moment before I had an expansive episode of explosive diarrhea! My bowels made noises that were comparable to that of the first nuclear bombs being dropped at the start of World War III decades earlier.
Relieved of my load, I cleaned myself in a hot shower and made my way back to my home. Once I arrived, I saw that the front living room window had been broken out, and there was a pile of naked people having an orgy in my living room. I tried to join in on the fun, but I was denied access because of how guilty I was of being a predator, and I was ostracized from my own home.
I wandered the world alone, destitute and desolate, hopeless that I would ever find a home where I truly belonged.
Then I woke up. THE END.