Granted. Unfortunately you don't get to pick your targets, so you see every vivid & wild imagination from everyone within a 1-mile radius of you, and you end up going stark raving mad from all of the conflicting images.
Granted, effective immediately. Hope there's no plane above you right now because they're all coming down. Though that's secondary because every creature produces methane and all species on earth are going instinct at the same time...
I wish people could receive pleasure from giving me money, without having to become a sex worker.
Granted. This is achieved by the lowering of your own intelligence, so now suddenly people do (by unfortunate comparison) indeed seem very, very intelligent.
You do, unfortunately all the consequences you now foresee are the result of past actions you're not able to change with your foresight, such as your death from late-onset AIDS from a past partner you were with roughly five years ago.
Sure; new heat wave. It'll be 80°C in your area for the next three months. (Also, considering my current number of roommates, you just turned my life into a weird harem anime)
I wish it was legally, morally, and ethically both permissible and encouraged to marry multiple people.
Granted. Unfortunately the option to choose your partners is not included, and you end up being married to a posse of Psycho Killer Clowns who do unspeakable and unprintable things to you on your honeymoon...things that make the coroner puke...
Granted, but while they are going to the bathroom you will be mentally projected to be in the bathroom/stall right next to them and have to witness it first hand including all your senses in all its awkward glory.
I wish I could have a clone that does all my work I don't want to do in my place.
Granted, you suddenly feel growth pains as your body gains an extra foot and then goes through it again when you shrink back to normal. No twist there. That shit just really sucks when you’re growing up.
Feeling pain for the first time as someone with insensitivity to it would actually be fascinating tbh.
Granted, but nobody believes your predictions and you see humanity devolve bleakly months and years in advance with no hopes of getting those in power to course correct.
I wish I could become a spider the size of a Volvo at will.
When growth spurts kick in your legs feel like a hippo is chewing on them. God I hated puberty. Luckily for you the pain is instant instead of lasting years. Also, my wish pretty much turns me into Cassandra from the Iliad Damn that sucks.
Granted but you failed to mention what size Volvo so now you’re the size of a hot-wheel Volvo after completing the transformation.