My dreams have had the unfortunate consequence of turning the rest of the world into a cyberpunk dystopian hellscape, and every major decision I’ve made has only increased the suffering, rather than decrease it, or at best, prolong or delay further suffering.

At some point you begin wondering if you’re the antagonist/“bad guy” fighting against entropy.

So uh yeah. People can have bad dreams, because they don’t know the cost and consequences thereof.

Luxury gay space communism built using exploitative labor practices. Even if you succeed, everyone still hates you.