Never! 
And Julie Bowen.
When marijuana was first legalized in Colorado, I wanted to open an employment agency for marijuana workers. I had a business plan, I interviewed various people who had been in the business when it was medical only about what qualities their staff would need, I talked to a lawyer, etc. But I couldn’t get the funding for the start up. A company from another state has come in and done it now, so I’ll never be the pioneer in the field that I had once hoped to be.
Fantasies you would never consider in real life? OK.
I’d like to race Formula 1. These cars perform astonishing feats of acceleration, deceleration, and road-holding, and they are cool as shit to see when they’re doing their thing. The reality is that I would probably kill myself. Richard Hammond (of Top Gear fame), a seasoned driver of high-performance cars, struggled to get an F1 through a couple of hot laps without even racing anyone. They are crazy finicky beasts, with brakes that don’t slow you down until you get them smoking hot, tires that don’t grip unless you keep them hot, and aerodynamics that don’t give you maximum traction unless you throw caution to the wind and just haul ass. Yep, I’d probably die at the first turn.
Would like to pilot an F-16 and a 747. However, being middle-aged, not in the military and having no real piloting experience, this is unlikely to ever happen.
I’d also like to be the sub in a fem-dom BDSM relationship that involves diapering, sissification, and/or forced feminization. Unfortunately the woman to whom I am otherwise happily married is not into such shenanigans - and even if she was it would probably work out less well in reality than it does in my head - so this will definitely remain a fantasy I would never consider IRL.
You may well be aware of this, but in the world of porn, this is known as the “cuckquean” fetish. I would never in a zillion zillion years be unfaithful to my wife, but that’s kind of a fun fantasy of mine.
In the realm of “not at all possible at any point for me”, I often fantasize about being a fucking phenomenal pitcher for a MLB team. Tossing a perfect game in a high stakes situation. How awesome would that be? In those last few minutes before I fall asleep, I have the best slider anyone ever saw.
In the realm of “certainly possible but just not real likely given my life situation”, I dream of starting my own computer forensics consulting firm. I guess I still might do it at some point, but with the kids and everything, it’s hard to give up that steady paycheck every two weeks.
I tend to combine my historical, political, and romantic fantasies so I end up having such fantasies as living an idyllic Alpine life in pre-World War I Austria-Hungary before going onto serve in her Kaiserjager regiments (victoriously) and eventually becoming a successful Social Democratic politician in a surviving Austria-Hungary that democratizes and transitions into a genuine multiethnic federation. All the while courting and then being married to Elle Fanning.
And Elle Fanning.
(Just kidding, too young.)
Holy shit, that’s the most well-thought out fantasy ever.
Not any of the good ones, though.
Dude, go write top-notch historical fiction. You’ve got the brain for it.
Yes, imagine striking out all 27 batters in Game 7 of the World Series in a low-scoring 1-0 victory. Would be spectacular.
That depends how you define “good.” UF’s law school tuition fee is $23K per school year.
Sometimes I think about how I would spend the Nobel Prize money for inventing the practical, table-top fusion reactor. And the rest of the money as well, because I patent the hell out of it.
I think about how the world would change, especially five years from now after I also patent a practical, extremely lightweight, extremely high-capacity storage battery, that causes the world to switch from IC engines. The US and Europe no longer need oil, so Saudi Arabia and various Islamo-fascist regimes like Iran become irrelevant. Global warming is no longer an inssue. The global standard of living improves as much as it did as a result of the Green Revolution.
Then I’m going to Disneyland.
Regards,
Shodan
Making bank at a job society values, like engineering. My engineer friends started rolling in cash straight out of undergrad. Or being a cellular biologist, just doing something totally unrelated to what I do now. I could have done anything I wanted to, I chose social work, I write grants, I will forever be underpaid, that is the life I chose. And I don’t regret it, but sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have an entirely different career track.
Hooking up with someone who shares my fetish.
I think I had dinner with you last night. ( 
) A very good friend of mine has a particular fetish (related to mild bondage/discipline) and really, really hankers to find a sweetums who will indulge him in it, even better if it’s what the partner fantasizes over also.
At least this falls into the “it conceivably could happen” category. Some of my fetishes – furries, sexy robots, superheroes, etc. – are squarely in the “not possible” field.
The resolving power of a microscope is limited by the wavelength of what you’re using to look at it. That’s why light microscopes can only get you so far down, and then you have to go to electron microscopes, because electrons have very small wavelengths. The wavelength of any particle is inversely proportional to its mass. So the ideal microscope would use shoot massive particles through the sample and detect them on the other side. However, it’s also limited by the size of the particle. You can’t learn about protein molecules by throwing a baseball at a slide.
So my genius invention is a microscope that uses quantum singularities - mini black holes. You can make them as heavy as would be useful, and they’d be very very small. All that’s left before I can market my brilliant idea are a few details: how to make quantum singularities, how to get them to interact with my samples in a detectable way, and then how to detect them on the other side.
Patent pending.
Heh, coincidentally, bondage & submission is my thing too. I ignored it for a very long time, relegating it to fantasy, but then I wrote a book, and writing fiction has a way of forcing me to face things I don’t want to. And one of those things was, ‘‘hey, this is important enough to be real life.’’ Sr. Weasel was amazingly open-minded about it, even enthusiastic, but it’s not his kink, ya know? I think what made me want that is a close friend of mind shares my fetish, and he’s the one who helped me make sense of it and own it and ultimately share it with my husband. So I actually know a wonderful person, who I have always been attracted to, who I recently learned is twisted exactly like me. There are a thousand reasons that will never happen, one being that we are both committed to, and madly in love with, other people. But it’s a nice alternate universe fantasy.
I guess I should feel lucky that I have a partner who’s even willing to explore it with me. Just talking about it was scary, I cannot imagine being rejected. And yeah, some people have fetishes that are a lot less mainstream, even for supernatural beings, and that would just blow.
Fantasy?
Someone possessed with both the Class and the BALLS to say,
“Hi, I’m ________. I’ve read your work. Its Very nice to meet you.”
Its a total fantasy… because of the people in this world that I’d like to meet, damn near None can manage to summon both Class and Balls… let alone summon them both at the same time.
I’m just a message board poster with no staff of hundreds to lose. Maybe that’s why I can.
What or who are you desperately longing for, there?
Sure she wasn’t referring to you helping out a maid to keep the house clean? 
Not to go into much detail but there are at least four events in my life that could be referred to as “fulfilling an impossible fantasy.”
All of those things are well in the past now, only one continues to affect my life, and my life pretty much sucks now. But I’m not sad they happened.