I wish that happened to me. Why can't I wake up to a beautiful elf beside me? I don't even have a single fantasy dream. The last pleasant dream that I had where I could control myself was many years ago.
For context, during that time, I usually have nightmares with zombies in it. I don't do well with zombies.
So this was how that dream went:
I was at a bus stop near my house.
I had this feeling that it'd be a zombie one again.
And so, I tried killing myself. I jumped off a building and even let cars run over me, but no damage was dealt.
In the end, I gave up and sat down at the bus stop.
Then this stereotypical wizard, the one with the long blue hat and robe with white star patterns and the long grey beard approached me and granted me one wish.
I simply said, "I wish I was dead."
And I woke up. Even better was that I woke up in the morning feeling rejuvenated and not the middle of the night.