I had a dream about lotion dogs, where nobody bought lotion anymore. Whenever they wanted lotion they just called their lotion dog to them and rubbed their hands all over its gooey fur. Everyone had one, and the lotion industry went out of business. People traded rare lotion dogs, and your caste in society was based on the type of lotion dog you could afford. Green apple is the rarest scent for a lotion dog to make. Green apple lotion dogs were bred for royalty only. Lavender lotion dogs were highly illegal. There was a black market for lavender lotion dogs. After about 100 years of breeding lotion dogs, there were wild breeding populations who created specialized lotion for hunting and communication. Some of these breakaway lotion dog packs created scents which were so potent they could be weaponized. Eventually a group of lotion dogs created a airborn nerve agent and were captured and bred secretly. Once the corporation had millions of these dogs they shipped them to every city across the globe, and overnight wiped out billions. Soon these nerve agent lotion dogs bred with the domestic dogs, and infected each scent with the deadly nerve chemical. After a while the only surviving humans were those smart enough to wear gas masks, and self controlled enough to not pet the lotion dogs. After that, having lost the old ways of making lotion, everyone lived with dry cracked hands, and fabulous scents died to humanity, forever intertwined with the kiss of death their sensation would bring.