Well the most depressing for me at the moment is that I’ll probably never get another chance to be Danny’s girlfriend and even if I did although I do think it would work out because we’re the best of friends now, I’d be scared it wouldn’t.
I probably won’t ever have flat, toned abs. I just don’t have the will power for it.
In the same vein, I probably won’t ever be as thin as I’d like to be.
And the rest just involve lots of kinky sex and fun stuff.
Kitty
I got some news for ya, honey. You blew that image all to hell this past weekend. I’m so disillusioned now.
I keep having this dream that I’m in charge of taking care of all these tropical fish and always wind up killing them in some bizarre way – ways that could never happen in real life, like I net them and they shatter, or cause their mouths fall off, stuff like that.
Oh, you mean daydreams…well, since my trilogy will not likely ever be finished, much less published, I’m not holding my breath for the contract for the movie starring Natalie Portman.
And since my guitar playing sucks, I’ve pretty much given up on my rise to further fame as a rock star.
My dream is to become the deposed dictator of a small Central American country.
Oddly enough, my local community college doesn’t offer any courses along those lines…
I would love to develop or even just work at a retreat for patients with cancer. They would be able to meet one another, have time and space to regroup, learn about coping with cancer, learn relaxation techniques, get the latest about nutrition, etc. Massage and other alternative therapies for mind, body, and spirit would be available.
sigh I love this dream. However, it would take tons of money to start up and run.
To be with ** Stinky Paws ** 
To be paid to run or write role playing games.
To make or raise enough money to either donate a bulding or endow a scholarship for my college.
Oh, well, like a lot of you, I have the hopelessly improbable dream of writing- yet as Douglas Adams told us in the first Hitchhiker Novel, the improbable does occur.
That said, I have other more unusual dreams.
[li]For some reason, I’ve been lately having the dream of being impregnanted with the son of Satan. Yes, okay, being the mother of the antichrist isn’t a normal dream, but I don’t know.[/li]
[li]Ever since I watched the PPG, I’ve thought being a superheroine would be cool. But…not as cool as being…[/li]
[li]A super villain. I’d be a devilishly suave one. Cool, sexy, what’s not to love? Well, the fact that I’d treat my vanquished with a cruel and brutal strength.[/li]
Other than that, I’d like to swim with real live whales…I doubt that would happen, though. It’s a nice thought though. 
To get married.
I dream of having a dream.
Seriously.
I have no particular ambition or passion in my life and I wish I did. Might give me some focus or purpose. Something anyway so I didn’t feel like such a waste of protoplasm.
I want wings. Big, huge, Dragon wings, jutting right out of my back, so I could fly.
This disgusts most people. 
To have enough money to start some fabulous foundation that does amazing things that other foundations/charities don’t do or won’t try.
To star in a movie. I know this is dumb, but I used to be quite the thespian, and for many (not all, I realize) this is the pinnacle of success.
To publish a book. I have ideas, but I lack discipline and let’s be honest, probably the talent as well.
To buy a bookstore or something for my mom to run. My mom is a huge reader and instilled in me my love of books. I think she’d like this.
To pay for my entire family (parents, sister) to take a really amazing luxury vacation together.
To write and publish the Great American Novel.
To travel almost everywhere.
To live a love story that makes everyone else physically ill.
Actually, I have another fantasy, about starting an artists’ commune. There’d be one large main house where we’d all live, an organic garden, a chicken run, a flock of goats, a wood-working studio, a ceramics studio, a glass-blowing studio, a landing strip for the small plane that would fly to civilization for supplies once a month, and of course, high-speed Internet access for all! And we’d have a home school program for everyone’s kids. We’d be as self-sufficient as possible. sigh I love thinking about this! And, if I was really rich, I’d have my own publishing company and be able to help other writers get their work out there. Ahhhh, now that’s a dream!
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*Originally posted by BunnyGirl *
**Nice try Ralf!
I think the love of “wrestling” and the conflicting desire to “preserve your reputation” tells us all we need to know!
You might be onto something here. My son had the same teacher and many of the same classmates 2 years in a row. She taught a split 3rd/4th grade class, and he was in both sections. He did very well those 2 years and the one after.
Are you studying Education?
Yeah, sure. Illusions are meant to be dissed. 
Besides, didn’t I make you breakfast (down, people! It’s not what you think). There. Now who has the reputation!? :snicker:
:sigh: What’s a Bunny to do?
::Persephone whispers in Bunny’s ear::
what’s that? Get a tattoo and a motorcycle?! Well, I have given the tattoo some thought…
This would be entirely sweet!
[ul][li]Be in a movie.[]Drive in the NASCAR circuit (not totally unreasonable, I’ve been to one training course and have plans to go to another later this year.)[]Own my own business: Skiing in the winter and SCUBA diving in the summer.[]Astronaut.[/ul][/li][quote]
Number 2, that’s a possibility. I do like to play in the snow.[sub] heh[/sub]
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:eek: Hmmm, well, I like to play with bunnies, I suppose Let’s see, where was I…?[ul][]To retire at 30[]To be personally welcomed by Cecil Adams.[/ul]Most other things, I actually can see happening:[]Falling madly in love again[]Having enough money[]Being able to travel (heck, I do that now)[*]The house, motorcycle, jet-ski, sail-boat, etc…
Myself in a hot-oil wrestling match, followed by a massive group sex/orgy weekend with:
Kirsten Dunst
Drew Barrymore
Leelee Sobieski
Sarah Michelle Gellar
BunnyGirl
Medea’s Child
jarbabyj
And, last but certainly not least, Nocturne (vavavavoom!)
You can keep your group sex orgies…
I would simply like to find someone who I can be with. Someone who I can talk to and will get my weird sense of humor, enjoy similar things and just be comfortable around.
I want a girlfriend.
Good Lord God Almighty!, I made a list? :eek: Hey, there’s a first for everything!
And think, you are just too good-bad for words! 