Pretty much the one we had until my 11th birthday and Dad’s employer made us move. I would have preferred a quicker way to get to the basement from the dining room and a shower that wasn’t in the basement but the place was otherwise perfect. It’s been updated quite a bit since the Seventies.
The Vandamm house on top of Mount Rushmore in North by Northwest.
Even though it wasn’t real, I always thought it looked cool.
The Washington Water Power Building
I always wanted a giant old building. First floor would be a drive in garage/shop. Then is would be a lot of brick and open loft style living with freight elevators and weird hidden rooms.
I grew up in northern NJ. Lots of woods, lakes, hills, humidity, pseudo-colonial houses, etc. At that time in the 1970s they were running commercials for Rio Rancho in New Mexico. For whatever reason it looked a bit exotic and rather appealing to me. A new place to start over!
When our family went out to eat, we’d pass a small stone house which my mother thought was beautiful. It was kind of pretty; sort of storybook-ish. (At least from the outside, we never went in.) We kids would keep an eye out to be the first to yell, “There’s Mom’s house!”
Any run-of-the-mill mid-century modern house, like this one, (the first one at the top) with big open rooms, angles, lots of light, modern furniture.
That was when I was a child. I still wouldn’t mind living in a house like that if it had the right amount of privacy (achieved in the example mostly through shrubbery, apparently) but I also can now appreciate the cozy and nest-like.
The one I lived in. It was built in three sections. The oldest was 100-ish. Had a garage/stable sort of building attached. Lots of [non-working] fireplaces. Gorgeous staircase and large upper hall. Big kitchen hearthstone. Bread oven built into the kitchen fireplace. Of course it was falling down, and basically without heat, and my parents fought all the time, but I loved that house. Still do.
this is the house I loved as a child, we called it the castle house:43540 25th St W, Lancaster, CA 93536 | MLS# SR16083615 | Redfin
Chateau de Chambord.
Did you and I have the same father?
The Clue house. That’s the one I wanted. Then I grew up and decided that I didn’t need a conservatory, and lately the library can be contained on my phone. I’m not cleaning all of those fucking rooms. 
A Domed Undersea Home, or an modified A-Frame.
If the latter, Eames furniture.
My dream was (and to an extent, still is) an entirely self-sufficient house: Dugout to conserve heat, a stream or well for water, a combination of solar, wind, and a water wheel in that stream for power, and so on. And of course if it was going to be dugout anyway, the front door would be round and green with a brass knob right in the middle. Noawadays, though, I also have criteria for the ideal location, which would probably conflict with some of those points.
That, or Franklin Castle, which was a couple of miles from where I grew up. Don’t take the stories of hauntings seriously: The only things that have ever died there are the wallets of a long line of investors who’ve thought they could turn it into a B&B or something else profitable. What that place really needs is a buyer who wants to actually live there.
I wanted to live in a small wooden house by a river, so I could fish from the terrace. I still want that. I also wanted a houseboat, still want that too.
Pretty much the Eyrie, from Game Of Thrones. Of course GOT was many years in the future but that’s pretty much what I always wanted.
This was my dream home as a kid, and I always enjoyed seeing it as we drove through Newburyport. Considering Zillow estimates it’d sell for better than 1.2 million were it on the market, I had expensive taste.
Columns in front, a wraparound porch with a big porch swing, and a cement pond in back.
Where I live now we have the cement pond, but it’s been a swamp for two years now. Fun watching the frogs and turtles make their homes there at least.
Boat,
Sail #1
Tug #2
House boat #3
All must have a Royal Gull amphibian along with. twin engine amphibian aircraft ala Ernest Gann
When I was a child, all I wanted was a house with either a playroom or a family room/kitchen that was separate from the living room/TV room. Both houses I lived in as a child had open common space. If one person was trying to watch TV and others were playing a board game at the dinner table, talking and laughing, you couldn’t hear the TV. It was frustrating for everyone unless we were all engaged in the same activity. The phone was in that area, too, so if someone had to talk on the phone, we all had to be quiet.
As long as it had a secret passageway…
Regards,
Shodan