If you ever do a live action one, you have to cast me as Setzer’s long-lost girlfriend (I forget her name, he took her old airship when his crashed.) I want to run away with him in the end! <sob>
Oh, and I’d be happy to be on anyone’s talk show. Wearia, have your people call my people…
I think what you do with poultry, should be kept private.
Be in the SWAT team as a sniper.
My dream is that all the people of planet Earth can live in peace and harmony; that no child will ever again go hungry; that the ravages of disease, plague, pestilence, frequent flier miles, Korean automobiles, pre-approved credit card offers, and freeze-dried coffee can be eradicated within my lifetime; that Charlie the Tuna can finally be seen by an accepting and embracing society as good enough to be Star-Kist rather than held down and discriminated against just because he wore that silly black beret; that the shampoo companies can agree to eliminate the instruction, ‘Lather, Rinse, Repeat,’ so that I can finally get out of the shower; that four out of five Dentists can eventually convince the other one so that we can break this impasse once and for all; that the majority would start replacing the box of Arm and Hammer baking soda in the freezer at regular intervals so the company can quit nagging us about it; that Viagra doesn’t really work all that well for Bob Dole; that the sale of thong underwear is regulated; that all existing or contemplated Star Trek-related things be packed up and sent off by NASA to the planet of Allegorically Tortured Souls; that Wile E. Coyote finally gets to roast that annoying little roadrunner critter; that they thaw out Walt Disney and immediately force him to change places with Ted Williams; that James Trafficant be immediately pardoned by President Jesse Ventura; and that the metric system be replaced by a more logical system of base six, recognizing that the beer companies had it right all along.
Gairloch
(Oh sure, some of you sickos want to see Sylvester finally get to eat Tweety Bird too, I’ll bet.)
I have a dream.
In a year, I’m going to be selling my comic book worldwide from a website.
The comic book, a science-fiction adventure, will be available in Esperanto and English, and in as many other languages as I can find willing translators for. T-shirts and other merchandise will be available as well, via CafePress.
In July 2003 I will be going to a convention in Goteburg, Sweden to (among other things) promote the book.
As word of the comic book spreads across the net, I will create a prequel and sell that as well (I aleady have the kernel of the story idea).
The comic books will serve as a kind of advertising to ease the next part of my dream: getting a new job.
I’m still working out what that job might be, but the dream is simply to be paid significantly more money than I am now, to create my artwork: to design fictional worlds and the histories, cultures, and artifacts that would populate them.
So far, screenwriting is a definite possibility.
At the same time, to increase my flexibility and endurance for this new job, I will be significantly more fit. I have been in an exercise program for the past three months, and am already seeing and feeling positive changes. Within a year I should have lost my flab, gained a lot of energy, and be more confident and more attractive. Hell, I might even be able to score a place in an SDMB flirt thread!
All of this will prepare me for phase three, and the real dream: finding a Significant Other. Maybe I can impress a Swedish Doper… 
Yes, I have dreams. And I’m working to achieve them.
Hrrm, I’m torn.
On one hand I’d like to work on my career in science… Start my own lab, do counter-bioterrorism research.
On the other hand…
Picture Eluthera, a nice tropical island in the bahamas… Long days sitting on the beach, enjoying the sun, the sand and working on my short stories and poetry. A woman I love to spend my time with, each day finding something new about her to love. Sitting in each other’s arms watching the sunsets.
I think I’d also like to run a bar there. Work on perfecting some signature drinks (I’ll need more than the 6 I have) have some good bands stop by.
Choices eh?
I had always imagined Kefka being quite effeminate in manner and voice. Are you gonna do it that way?
As for my dream…well, I’d like to write my own Final Fantasy game. I already have a very good idea for the character development system, based on Materia, junctions, and the sphere grid. I have some rough ideas for the plot, and characters.
Oh, and Setzer’s girlfriend was named Darryl. If I were going to play one of those characters, I’d definitely be Sabin (just gimme a couple more years of working out, OK?).
applauding all the other dreamers on the SD!!
Well, except for maybe one 
I wanna go on JaY leno with Micheal Caine. And my other dream is that micheal caine outlives me which is impossible , but they are making great advances in medicine!
Oh yeah and the biggest one of all … I wanna see a real picture of CECIL ADAMS and not a baby picture i wanna see what he actually looks like NOW
Okay just one more . I want to be one of the board members …blessed by cecil . to have him actually comment on one of my posts would be better than a comment from jesus
I share five out of six of Sinshine’s dreams.
I’m not so sure about the Summerland region of BC though.
You’re entitled. Frankly, the geography is dictated as much by the practical reasons noted above, as for a mythical quality that region has developed in family history: for several generations, my mother’s family has had homes there, and my “Golden Summer” memories are from there.
I know you “can’t go back,” but you can adapt. It’s my own personal Canaan.