I had a dream that our leader committed suicide. In the aftermath, his sons and generals fought over succession, but, as his former personal secretary, I still had the key to his "war room." This was where the missile controls were, and so I locked myself in and became the most powerful man in the world.
Apparently there was also a radio that allowed me to broadcast to all of America. As its new leader, I thus made my one and only address to the people:
"I'm not one of those liars. There is no hope."
I then proceeded to launch all missiles on Kansas.
I don't know why I did these things, but the feelings of desperation grew surprisingly much worse once my missiles were gone. I had no food, but I couldn't leave the safety of my headquarters to go looking for any. All I could do was wait in fear and solitude until I starved to death.