I want sex.
Steaming hot monkey sex with a man who knows what he’s doing, lasts for hours and leaves me unable to walk for 2 days. Every frikin’ day. Twice on Sundays.
I went off the pill a couple of months ago, and holy crap am I randy as a rabbit.
Amen, sister!
(But I can’t blame it on going off birth control… ;))
What, like that’s a problem finding with all of these studly, good looking Doper men around?
I want my dad back.
Godhood would be nice. It wouldn’t have to be godhood of anything major. Kittens, maybe, cognac, or just improbable coincidences. Something like that. Just enough so I can put “Minor Deity” on my cards and not be embarrassed to say what I’m a minor deity of.
If that’s too much to ask, I want a Legion of Terror, and a nice castle like Neuschwanstein from which to command them.
If that’s too much to ask, I would be happy with a job waiting for my graduation and a cute napping partner to spend my off-time with. Maybe a kitty.
They drop off pretty quick, huh?
To be comfortable with my own body, and be able to completely step away from all the self-esteem bullshit I give myself about being transgender.
To be really, deeply in love - and to marry that said beloved, and live out my life peacefully with him and whatever pets and possible adoptees we wind up with, in a nice little house. For us to both have nice jobs we love that give us lots of free time yet pay well enough for us to live comfortably. Getting paid to write my opinion, particularly on movies, video games, or vacation spots, would be grand.
I want to make peace with my parents. I want them to accept me for who I am. I want to make lots of money and buy them a nice house and nice cars and send them on vacations.
I want to keep my friends forever, for us to always care for each other and be able to see each other whenever we can.
And I want to go to college forever and learn about everything I want to learn about, and maybe get a Ph.D so I can be “Dr. Azadeh.” Has a nice ring to it.
To climb Leng.
Or Kaddath. Either one.
Wait, can I bring a digital camera on lucid dreams?
To have seen the warning signs before my ex screwed my out of my house, and car, access to my son, and had me arrested.
And to visit some sort of awesomely soul-destroying (but legal) revenge upon her.
Heck, you want a marriage? I just want a girlfriend.
OK, can I start over?
I want my husband to find a full-time job with good insurance. NOW. (He got laid off yesterday.)
To know what I want.
If I can’t have that: Twenty thousand bucks or so, to repay my student loans from my first three semesters of college, so that I can eventually go back to school.
I want financial security–not wealth, but ease.
I want to keep my health.
I want to get into grad school, graduate, and get a job that (finally) I like.
I want a husband who loves me for just me, and accepts me for who I am.
I have, or am working on, everything else. 
…to get laid. My wish almost came through earlier this month. Then she changed her mind. Godfreakingdamnit I feel like crazy humping gestures lately.
New goal/wish: I want to keep winning at poker.
I want my mom, my sister, my aunt, my stepmother, and my father–more than half of my immediate family, in other words–back. Four of them are dead, and my father has lost his short-term memory. Mom was the centre of my family, and in some terrible way I have been drifting rudderless for many years without that centre.
I want a girlfriend, ideally a wife: someone intelligent, beautiful, and good, who likes and wants me as much as I like and want her. I have never lived with a romantic relationship (just roommates on occasion), always been more than a little afraid of it, honestly, but these days life in the SunspaceApartment is getting awfully lonely. I’m sick of wandering around the apartment and staring at the back of my own head all the time.
I want a new job, one that pays better and is closer to what I want to do. I also want a better idea of what I want to do. I’ve been struggling with this for years and haven’t come to any conclusions. The things I do as hobbies just don’t seem to connect to things that would make enough money to support me.
I want to be rid of the fear and lack of self-confidence that undermines me in my search for a new job and a better life.
I want to be in better shape: stronger, more flexible, more peaceful, and able to sleep better.
I want to know whatever language the girlfriend/wife in #2 speaks (assuming I don’t already…).
I want to know French.
I want to know Spanish, Japanese, Chinese, and Arabic.
I want to be able to draw the human figure, especially hands and heads, well, from my head, now, dammit.
I want to not have to worry about money. And I want whatever money I need at hand as I need it.
One want I’ve gotten: I paid off my debt. 
I want rock and roll!
(Aw right!)
Long live rock and roll!
I want my husband to be healthy.
I’m not going to get it. I should really stop wanting it. But I would trade anything. Anything.
I want job security. I’m going to graduate in May, I can’t secure a summer internship and I’m scared about my prospects. I just want to settle at a nice, medium-sized metro daily and design some pages, but the newspaper market’s awful and everyone’s got a hiring freeze. I’d live in Minneapolis, St. Paul, Kansas City, heck, even Indianapolis.
I want my wife to get healthy. She’s had a sinus infection for weeks and has coughed so much she’s thrown up over and over again. If nothing else, I want her to be healthy in time for our honeymoon, because I want her to enjoy it.
To read all the hundreds of wonderful unread books I have on my shelves. To be a fast reader without missing a thing.
For my children to have joyful and meaningful lives.
To have a best friend.
To live fully, engaged with curiosity, compassion, all my senses, and appreciate every moment of it.