If you tell me yours I shall tell you mine.:)
To remove all my body hair and buy some satin bed sheets for my new waterbed. Then watch nothing but Buffy, Angel, and Witchblade for a whole week… taking breaks every now and again to play DAoC and make love to my sweetie.
Damn that sounds good… or it might just be the combination of anti-depressants and cold medication I’m taking.
My fantasy is to have a little house by the beach where it is always nice and warm, but not too hot. With a ton of books at my disposal and a computer (or 2) with fast net connection. Any food that I could want. Be able to stay up late and take a midnight dip in the sea before falling asleep on my enclosed porch on a swinging couch only to wake when the sun warms my face.
Oh and have someone to share it with
A car that can drive more than 40 miles without going on the fritz.
A job that doesn’t completely irritate the hell out of me.
Someone to care about.
Any vague clue about why I’m here and what I’m supposed to be doing.
Oh, and the ability to be attracted to a woman for her heart and soul instead of her looks.
Not much, really.
To wint he $40 million lottery so I can buy all the stuff I need to fulfil my fantasies…
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To be able to eat anything I want and not get fat.
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To be able to bring my favorite ancestors back from the dead, so that we can hang out.
Well, I will let you in but you can’t tell anyone. It involves a midget, 100 feet of parachute cord, four quarts of 40 weight motor oil, 1000 thumbtacks, a step ladder, 17 paper clips, 91 dancing rats, a bathtub filled with Dr. Pepper, an oriental rug, and 4 she/males.
Other than that, you figure it out. 
[sub]BTW: This is my 700th post.[/sub]
Getting to spend more than 36 hours with Gunslinger.
My ultimate fantasy would be to take the train with him, up to New York to visit my family, where he would buy a great old car like a Mercury Marauder or something. We would then embark on a Great Cross-Country Road Trip, have a big-ass Dopefest when we reached the west coast, then head back down south to move in to our own place together.
Oh, and somewhere in there we’d swing up to Canada, and we’d see a rodeo at some point, and there would be a chocolate cake sometime, because I like chocolate cake.
A tall Chinese girl with short, shiny black hair, dark smouldering eyes, glasses, a sassy attitude, an Irish accent, and lots of money. Failing that, I’ll settle for what robgruver said.
immortality and lots of sex with diverse alien beings.
yes to both of the questions you are about to ask.
no to that one.
jeez, you are a pervert, aren’t you? why’d you even ask me that? sicko.
ever see man with the golden gun? , i want to live on scaramanga’s island with fast net connection own grown food and comfortable living conditions and very few worries
Going back in time about 10 years knowing everything I know about myself now.
Also, that my mouse would work properly.
Also, sometimes I fantasize that I can edit my posts on this message board. That one really gets me hot.
That one turns me on like no other.
Also, I would like to have my own digital camera, a 236 disc changer CD player, a car that had a working air conditioner, someone on staff to bathe my dogs, and, like, a kazillion dollars to buy my husband all the guitars he wanted. Plus, I would buy a lot of shoes with that money. And a stuffed coyote.
My fantasy is one I have spend long hours in the filing room thinking about, so sorry if this post is a little long.
First off, I’d win ungodly amounts of money in a lottery. I’d have to sit down and figure out my finances, probably with my parents, figure out how much to give to family members, and charities, how much to invest etc.
Next, I’d inform them that I’m moving out. I’d go find a huge, luxury appartment dontown that requires no uphill walk to get to. I’d convince my boyfriend to move in with me there, and we’d have fun setting up the appartment.
And next christmas break, I’d take about 8 or 9 of my friends to the Caribbean in some all-inclusive really cool party resort.
Ahh… I’ve thought about this a bit too much…
Hahahhaahahaha…boy, I know what you mean.
As for me…-rubs hands together eagerly-
First off…
1.) I’d stop time. For about, oh, two weeks or so.
2.) I’d drive to ARose’s house in my brand new car that I won in the lottery and wave my nifty magic wand and make him un-sick.
3.) Then I’d kidnap him, and take him far, far away. We’d go to the beach, to the mountains, wherever he wanted to. And I’d have him all to MYSELF. [sup]-squeals with glee-[/sup]
4.) I’d fly down to wherever the hell FireUnderpantsBoobs lives and knock some sense into her friends-n-family for forgetting her birthday.
5.) I’d wire home enough money for my parents to live like kings (and queens) for the rest of their lives.
6.) Set aside a college fund for my little sister.
7.) Donate large amounts of money to charity.
8.) Return my attention to ARose and leave it there until I felt like unfreezing time. Screw those 2 weeks.
Wow, what a loaded question. A travel tour of Scandinavia with a woman who has no itinerary. Someone who just wants to travel and see new things…(SIGH)
I’ve thought this one out extensively…
Some sort of windfall would come my way - the lottery, or an inheritance, or maybe I rob a bank. But I have a decent amount of money, like $2 million, and I invest half of it wisely so that it triples every year.
With the other half, I move to a deserted island somewhere near Thailand (but very far from the mainland). Sort of like the place in The Beach - perfect tropical weather, beautiful clear water, white sands, all the fruits and chickens I can eat. So I build a handy little hatch hut that has four luxuriously large rooms and sleep in a hammock every night. Of course the most perfect man in the world is there - he’s hilarious and smart and makes me laugh. I bring all my books with me and set up a library, so during the day I can either frolic on the beach or read all day under a palm tree.
I also have a loyal, brave, smart dog named Stevie with me who barks when I come home and goes hiking with me.
My fantasy?
Love. But that’s all it’s ever going to be, a fantasy…
In my fantasies, I go back in time 18 years to when I broke up with my first husband. I would realize that he wasn’t rejecting me by refusing to do some things with me, like going to my softball games. We would get (hopefully effective) counseling, instead of my just finally giving up and walking away. I would learn that doing things separately doesn’t constitute rejection. He would learn that it hurts me that people think I have a phantom husband – he heard that, but he didn’t realize that until I was gone, but by then it was too late. I would learn that he really did love me.
My kids wouldn’t have hda to grow up with divorced parents.
I know that sounds like regrets. And it is.
Had I been more confident, I would have stuck with him through thick and thin. (And I did, until I finally couldn’t stand feeling not-loved-enough anymore.) But during the 15 years we were together, I thought it was because he felt obligated. Boy, was I wrong.
He really did love me! He just wasn’t good at expressing it.
Ouch. I’m just spilling my guts now, in case anyone is in their early thirties and considering leaving a pretty decent husband for something they think will be better.
Yes, I’ve since met some really decent, loving guys. But none has ever matched the first.