I care more about personality than looks in a partner, so I guess a SDMB orgy or five will do me.
Jessica Biel
When I am ruler of the free world, I’m going to dismantle NASA and put the funding into something of true scientific worth: the manpanzee project. Oh sure, we’d have to create an entire new set of laws, but wouldn’t it be cool? You really could be a monkey’s uncle. Okay, chimp-human hybrid’s uncle.
Of a slightly more serious bent, picture this:
Let’s combine snowflake adoptions with stem cell research. From what I’ve read it’s possible to split an pre-embryo into up to 8 in order create identical babies; sort of like a starfish. In order to appease both the people who think that we ought to use embryonic stem cells for disease research and those who think the embryos ought to be allowed to be kids both, let’s take a cell or two from embryos and let the rest be adopted. The six or seven cells that are adopted by a couple who want to use it might go on to be a baby, and the one or two cells could go on to be a new stem cell line since they’re just going to clone the cell repeatedly anyway. If the embryo is still given the opportunity (since there’s no guarantee for implantation anyway) to become a child, won’t the moral debate go away?
I would lose a little weight, be cast in the lead role in a Broadway musical, have a huge condo with several kitties and a science lab where I can clone my own Johnny Depp. I don’t think that is too much to ask.
Holy shit, someone is actually doing this! When I started a thread on the subject a little over a year ago, no one seemed to think anyone would care to do it.
I want to know every event that has ever occured since the beginning of the universe, as well as every possibility that any divergence has caused, and essentially the whole of scientific knowledge, known and (currently) unknown. Also the thoughts of each player. Omniscience without responsibiliy is good.
I want to have sex on the space shuttle.
With a space prostitute.
I want to be a successful artist.
I really don’t know how to paint, or have taken any type of art classes, but hey this is a fantasy. I would own a sailboat and need to make enough from my paintings to not be super rich, but never have to worry about money again. I would sail around the world, stopping briefly at home every few months to pop off a few paintings to sell before heading back off into the sunset with my boat, my boy, and my dog.
Alba.
Also, I’d like to bring the Wright brothers here from the past, and take 'em on a flight in a 747. I’d love for them to see what they started.
I want to start some exceedingly complex and convoluted chain of events in motion. Something along the lines of Fight Club, Keyzer Soze, V for Vendetta, Oceans 11. I’m not sure what the actual events will be or what they will ultimately accomplish. All I know is that I want it to end with some punk-ass douchebag (maybe a dickhead boss, Idonno) putting together all the pieces together in his or her head in this great montage which results in an epiphany of what is about to happen next - which can be anything from explosions to their entire world collapsing to something as mundane as getting kicked in the nuts/ovaries.
I wish I had a “what if” machine. I would watch it endlessly. Seriously, I highly doubt I could ever get bored with it. Once I get tired of the obvious scenerios, I can then start asking the what ifs of the what if world.
I know, I’m such a dork.
Pikers.
My fantasy is based on the theory of alternate worlds. In it, every living human being on Earth is destined to become an immortal, living God in one alternate world. In the others, you may die or whatnot, because you are just an extra in that world. And when you die, instead of experiencing what we think of as death, your soul being into another “you” in a similar timeline, which does not die, though everyone else experiences your death.
The sequence ends billions of years from now with every human being who ever lived now immortal, godlike, getting up from their chairs and shaking their heads and saying, 'Whoa! What a trip!"
I remember when my most awesome and ridiculous fantasies involved alternate universes and magic powers.
These days my most awesome and ridiculous fantasy is being able to make good decisions.
Perhaps it’s not so much a ‘fantasy’ as it is ‘regret.’
Time control. The ultimate power. Had this fantasy for about 10 years, and then the movie “Click” sort of did it, but it was not as cool (from what I read…didn’t see it.)
The ability to freeze time and walk around in frozen time (without aging), altering what I want. Of course, to make things good, after time is frozen, I can bring frozen people into my time stopped world (so, say, my wife and I could travel or take breaks together while the world stopped.) Also, I can bring objects out of frozen time to use them if I want to. Also, time will automatically freeze if I’m about to be seriously hurt (ie, a sniper shoots a bullet at me, time freezes, and I can redirect or step out of the way of the bullet).
In addition to this, I have the ability to teleport and become invisible, and I’d be impervious to disease. Combined, these powers would essentially make me invincible, with complete control overy anything I wanted (except other people’s mind…I wouldn’t want to mess with free will), and I’d only die of old age…nothing else could kill me.
For financial sustenance, I wouldn’t want to directly steal anything, so I’d just effectively steal: I’d become invisible, then walk into the lottery place, and freeze time to make sure my ticket was a winner. Then I would have tons of money without having to worry about the IRS watching over me. Though, it’s not like I could be imprisoned or anything…they lock me up, I teleport out…they come after me, I freeze and drive or walk away. Though, my conscience tells me I wouldn’t feel right about the rigging of the lottery, so perhaps I’ll add the ability to create objects…I wouldn’t really need money then (though the little I’d need for property taxes, I’d probably just create the cash for that…which I wouldn’t feel too bad about since I would have created my house and landscaping and such.
Dude, I’ll totally prostitute myself for a chance to ride on the space shuttle!
My fantasy is to lose weight and marry a smart, funny, bi-sexual Irish biologist who appreciates art and b-movies, has a penchant for BDSM, and enjoys dressing in skirts. Then we’d move to Madison, WI and I’d open a microbrewery. Yup, that’s the good life.
If I had one wish that I could wish, it would be for all the children of the world to join hands and sing together in the spirit of harmony and peace.
If I had two wishes I could make, the first would be for all the children of the world to join hands and sing in the spirit of harmony and peace. And the second would be for 30 million dollars a month to be given to me, tax-free in a Swiss bank account.
You know, if I had three wishes I could make, the first, of course, would be for all the children of the world to get together and sing, the second would be for the 30 million dollars every month to me, and the third would be for encompassing power over every living being in the entire universe.
And if I had four wishes that I could make, the first would be the crap about the kids definitely, the second would be for the 30 million, the third would be for all the power, and the fourth would be to set aside one month each year to have an extended 31-day orgasm, to be brought out slowly by Rosanna Arquette and that model Paulina-somebody, I can’t think of her name. Of course my lovely wife can come too and she’s behind me one hundred percent here, I guarantee it. Wait a minute, maybe the sex thing should be the first wish, so if I made that the first wish, because it could all go boom tomorrow, then what do you got, y’know? No, no, the kids, the kids singing would be great, that would be nice. But wait a minute, who am I kidding? They’re not going to be able to get all those kids together. I mean, the logistics of the thing is impossible, more trouble than it’s worth! So – we reorganize! Here we go. First, the sex thing. We go with that. Second, the money. No, we got with the power second, then the money. And then the kids. Oh wait, oh jeez, I forgot about revenge against my enemies! Okay, I need revenge against all my enemies, they should die like pigs in hell! That would be my fourth wish. And, of course, my fifth wish would be for all the children of the world to join hands and sing together in the spirit of harmony and peace. Thank you everybody and Merry Christmas.
[sub]paraphrased from Steve Martin’s A Holiday Wish.[/sub]
Not if you go dick first into a blackhole!
Then it’ll get longer and longer until tidal forces break it off.
You, sir, have a dirty mind. I think I like you.
psst. 
Ma’am or miss or ms., or, something.
And her three identical twin sisters 