Dreams.

A monstrous machine appeared in the sky above the city, resembling a flying tank with statues of knights and demons, and began to drop bombs. In response, a local superhero – some guy with long hair wearing only a diaper – started flying around the streets, but not to fight evil, but rather pretending that he was the one causing the chaos and destruction. Seeing this outrage, I got into a bulldozer and drove over a diner, which broke apart into identical pieces as if it were a construction set.

And then I became a member of parliament and gave a speech from the podium about the need to raise tariffs. (Am I Trump?? O_o)