Try the Dictaphone!

You don’t see any harm in giving in to this particular flight of fancy. You hold down the button and record, “The walls of my room are blue.”

Your bedroom walls begin to glow faintly, a distant musical chime echoing around the room. You stare dumbstruck as your bedroom walls begin to change color, fading white to black before changing on light blue.

“What. The. Fuck.”

You sit motionless, struggling to process what just happened. Your mind refuses to believe you just changed the color of your bedroom with a simple recording.

Standing up from the chair, you fish your wallet out from your back pocket. Your wallet, as usual, is empty save a few plastic cards; after all, who carries cash these days anyway? Holding the wallet in one hand, you grip the Dictaphone in the other and press the record button: “In my wallet is a one-hundred-dollar bill.”

The magical twinkle rings out through the speakers, echoing back at you from seemingly everywhere and nowhere all at once. There's a brief flash of light from within the folds of your wallet at the jingle’s completion. You set the Dictaphone down on your desk as the light and open your wallet to find the face of Benjamin Franklin staring back at you from the front of crisp new hundred-dollar bill.

Holy shit, it works! This thing really works! If the Dictaphone can make money appear out of thin air, what else can it do? Your hands tremble with excitement, ideas and questions facing through your mind. You literally pinch yourself to make sure you aren’t dreaming.

Just how possible is the impossible now? The wardrobe to Narnia comes to mind. Could you make a portal to a fictional world? Even better, rather than going to another world, why not take only what you want from there and bring it to your world?

Leading to your next question: How big could these changes be?

Inspiration strikes. You snatch up the Dictaphone and hold down record: “The sky is red.”

You rush to your bedroom window as the telltale chime of the Dictaphone booms overhead, throwing open the curtains to be met with a cloudless, crimson sky.

Although your neighborhood has taken on a new hellish tint, no one outside pays any attention to the ominous sky now looming above. Society at large continues as if the sky had always been that particular shade of red.

Having no intention of living under an apocalyptic sky, you make a quickly return the sky to it's previous color with a simple recording and silently close your curtains.

God damn, your hands are trembling with excitement now. You’re starting to comprehend the true scope of the Dictaphone’s power. You can give yourself the body of an Olympic athlete or make yourself immortal; you could grant world peace or make yourself the undisputed ruler of the world! You can do literally anything now, fantasy is out of your reach!

You suck in a shuddering breath, letting the palpable sense of power wash over you, energizing you.