Not necessarily “last man on earth.” But I do sometimes daydream about an event significant enough that I don’t have to work anymore. Like, a collapse of society as we know it type of thing.

Yes, pools filled with margaritas.

Nope. I’ve fully accepted that in whatever extinction level event I’ll be gone in the first couple waves, and that’s how I want it.

I’ve got no skills to be able to survive on this planet alone. I’d just be prolonging my suffering, and I feel very little need to do that.

Fantasies??? Please, I have plans!!!!

Hell yes. Night of the Comet will always be a favorite for me. The idea of having damn near any material stuff you could want combined with hardly any other people around sounds like paradise. Don’t at me with the reality of things cause those don’t factor into my fantasy.

Just from the time I wake up until about 8pm when I finish work.

Fantasies? No.

Nightmares? Also no.

I wonder how much I could sleep until I got satisfied... I imagine it's a couple years

On the one hand, sure I guess?

But see also, "Y, the Last Man" for why being literally the last man on earth isn't all it's cracked up to be, or Five from "The Umbrella Academy" for an object lesson in why being alone for decades in a post-apocalyptic hellscape isn't the best thing for your mental health.

I did in my youth and then at some point I swapped over to hoping I go out early and painlessly if a massive terrible something happens.

I want to be a post-apocalyptic horse nomad...but not alone. And I'm not a man. So no.

I'm pretty sure I'd starve to death in at most a year, if something else didn't get me first.

Depends. How many women are left? https://youtu.be/hOSGEEswmqQ?si=mr0aN2HJEQpRacGn

Sure. But it’s more of a horror movie. Nobody to talk to, nobody to keep the tech running, water, power, refrigeration, air conditioning, heat, internet…all gone pretty quickly. Once you’d gone through the hoard of canned goods…hope you kept some seeds viable because now you’re down to subsistence farming by hand - unless you know how to harness up a plough to some draft horses because all the fuel has gone bad. Hope you’re good with farm animals. And don’t get sick. Or hurt.

Yeah, not good to dwell on that.

There are two scenarios that realistically goes down and neither are something I fantasize about:

1. I am the last man on Earth as in the only person left. Everyone I care about is gone, I am alone and doing what is needed to survive by myself is a nightmare. Any current or future major medical issues probably go mostly untreated.

2. I am the only man on Earth. Women haven't been wiped out. About half the people I care about are gone. Humanity realistically isn't long for this world due to the severe genetic bottleneck that would result. And while this would likely not be as bad as only 1 woman remaining in a world full of men, itd still be bad for me and anyone I was romantically interested in. And even if somehow things didnt immediately become forced breeding stock nightmare fuel, I don't want the whole planet's attention on me.

I dont fantasize about being the last man on Earth. I fantasize about having enough financial security to be able to persue my interests without worrying about what I will do for a living.

I sometimes have Last Man on a Pacific Island fantasies. Making fire with a fire bow, spearing fish for food, weaving stripped coconut leaves for shelter...

"5,271,009" by Alfred Bester has one of the best reverses on the Last Man scenario.

https://epdf.pub/5271009.html

You'd have to be super careful not to get trapped somewhere or get any injuries!

You would have access to basically any vehicle or tool, including ones that let you break into the buildings that have whatever else you want - but you'd have to avoid getting automatically locked into a gas station while trying to activate the pumps or stupid things like that.