King of the World (Authority)

Perhaps it was some kind of closet ego trip that brought your subconscious to bear, manifesting a twisted world that resembled the real world, but no living thing could disobey your every commandment. Being king was an exhilarating experience during that play you participated in as a child, and as you grew up, your fantasies manifested into dreams while you were an adult. The denizens of this wondrous and bizarre world worship your very existence, in awe of your visage, prowess, wisdom and sexual power. Nobody would contest or show doubt in your instruction, as your power, whatever it may be, manifested or fictional, was without doubt. An absolute authority that overrides all. You could become whatever you wanted to be. You could fuck whoever you wanted. All you would have to say was demand for it, and your ego or libido would be stroked without question.

Just as your train of subconscious thought ended, your eyes flutter open to this new world where you were king. You awaken in a huge palace in the middle of the city. All manner of luxuries was at your fingertips. Anything that you could imagine for an insanely rich person to have, you could have it in your bedroom, kitchen or front lawn. Rolling off your insanely huge bed, you wander over to the gold encrusted windows that overlooked the city, and surveyed your kingdom. This world was yours to play or shape however you see fit. Whatever you wanted can be yours.