I’ve been a massive Anglophile since I was a teenager. I’ve visited a couple of times and have felt more at home that I’ve ever felt here in the US. It’s hard to express beyond that. And I’m well aware that modern reality there bears no similarity to Downton Abbey or other such nonsense.
I fantasize about having sex with gorgeous models and movie stars that I will never meet and wouldn’t have a chance with even if I did.
Why? Well, why not?
This thread embarrassed me, I just realized how much time I waste each day fantasizing. My current fanatsies usually involve just being able to run fast and jump high again and not get too tired.
Sometimes I imagine putting my boat on a lake and seeing exactly where all the fish are like the water was invisible.
I imagine launching death beams into space that would immediately come back strike dead truly evil humans.
It just depends what mood I am in the fantasies are endless.
Machine Elf needs serious counseling.
Fly a plane! That’s just crazy talk!
Time travel into the distant past or future.
Space travel. Making contact with extraterrestrials.
Having sex with a hot 22-year-old.
Definitely time travel.
I also fantasize about law school, but that is definitely a real possibility, not a wild fantasy. Was thinking about starting a thread asking a few questions, actually…
I would like to take a flight in a B-29. This one in particular:
http://ghostsquadron.com//rss/354-b-29-fifi-summer-tour-stops
I fanassize about being the president of the united states,.
Where did you visit?
Drive a motorcycle (not a 3-wheeled “motorcycle”).
I have two fantasies that often fill my day dreams…
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Taking a vehicle completely apart - every bolt - then reassembling it. It would be such a great learning experience… but, probably like painting the Mona Lisa without taking any lessons.
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Finding a classic abandoned factory, then creating a beautiful, luxury living space deep within it. The idea would be that is would continue to appear run-down and abandoned from the outside, but would be so great on the inside that you’d never want to leave. I often wonder how to best hide entry points or keep transients (or The Man) from stumbling on the secret.
And, if I could share one of George Carlin’s fantasies… He said that he wished that he could find a way of solving the problem of homelessness that would also allow the upper class to siphon off millions of dollars, just to guarantee their support, so it would actually happen. (Obviously, this is a paraphrase of what he said… He was much more eloquent than I am.)
I used to own an interior design and products business. We had a job in Venice Ca. for a secret client that i never found out who he was. We took an old 40,000 sq ft commercial building as run down as you could possibly imagine and turned the interior into something like the bat cave. Each bedroom had a marble road leading to it where you could park your car in your bedroom. I only handled a small portion of the job but it was nothing like I have ever imagined actually existed. The ceiling had a huge stained glass dome purchased from a castle in Germany i believe so it was visible from the air. Aside from that you would have no clue what was inside.
Just do what Dexter did when he was a kid. Lol
Haha. I think about this sometimes, and wondering what it feels like. :smack:
Ditto. 