Joseph: Hey, друг, you good?

Stalin slaps your face tenderly to wake you up.

As you come out of your dream, you find yourself in an old Volkswagen Beetle convertible, in some unknown desert. You hazily look around and notice that everyone stares at you.

Mao: About time out dream-chasing friend woke up from his slumber.

Mao ponders for a second, and starts to frantically write this quote down in a red book.

Benito: Ey, man, we good to go? We've been waiting for ya.

Mussolini flashes you a grin and pulls his aviator glasses down to get a better look at you.

Adolf: Just go already, for fuck's sake, ze heat is unbearable.

Hitler frantically starts brushing his mustache.

Benito: Aight, I heard ya.

Mussolini turns the car on, and the radio starts to speak.

Radio:

*Welcome to Dimensional Intergalactic Car Tourism Aviation-Tailored Oriental Reality, or DICTATOR for short. Where would you like to go? Remember, anything goes.