Wish granted. You have a gnarly nap that lasts so long that you wake up in a new era. An era where all your wealth has been redistributed, and all your holdings are now worth nothing.
I wish I didn't have to murder so many people in my sleep...
Wish granted. Although now, you'll periodically find yourself running for your life while being chased by psychopaths while dreaming. Good tunes are always playing in the background because your subconscious insists on an apropos soundtrack. You often narrowly escape, fueled by adrenaline, wit and the sheer will to live.
I wish I didn't have recurring night terrors when I cut back on herb.
Wish granted. Your weiner is 9 inches long, but it goes up inside you body like a vagina, and disrupts your internal organs. You die after several painful erections. I wish for a billion dollars with absolutely no negative consequences. I win, end thread...