Okay, here's a weird one: I just dreamed that I was a figment of Selena Gomez's imagination, manifested as a scarecrow (there were a lot of strawman puns). I had to use my imaginary powers to:
- Unite two cities in africa that were arguing about something I forget because I didn't care
- Help my friends win a dance competition
- Teach a little girl how to stop being an annoying cunt so she could make friends. I think she might have had a mental problem, in retrospect.
I fucked everything up in the end, so I used my imagination powers to wipe myself out from imaginary existence.
