Getting laid.

Socialism would be nice.

Or just something that can actually be called democratic with a straight face.

Becoming an agent of an ancient entity who gives me power and prestige in exchange for aiding with their possibly-evil goals.

Like my Fursona!

furries rn: become my fursona

Godzilla

Meet truck-kun

Secret group of super powered freedom fighters recruits me to their cause on the basis that I’ve got some kind of special sauce inherent to my being. Hot chicks who’ve admired me from the shadows hand me weapons that I somehow already know how to use, and only their utter devotion to our world-saving cause keeps them from ripping my clothes off and covering me in kisses. All the horror and suffering of my life finds meaning in a mission the fulfills my need for purpose.

I’d like minimum wage to be able to support my family, so that a job flipping burgers could actually feed us

Failing that, to live as a bunny in a cottagecore tree stump, spending my days slicing up strawberries like they’re roasts, and baking pies with my neighbours

I’d like to be a peregrine falcon. No natural predator, able to soar above it all.

I’d also like to be wealthy enough, not in any unethical or greedy way, to have my own home by myself and not have to work, simply so I could enjoy the rest of my life in peace. No need for golden toilets and limousines, just the ability to get up in the morning and have peace and be free of fear of what is happening to me right now.

Two chicks at one time. Fuckin A.

As someone with a progressive disease: healing magic. I would pay all the bullion and cattle and sacks of wheat necessary to heal, or at least regress this stupid thing.

A harem of goblin chicks. Simple as.

Owning my own home.

It that doesn’t count as fantasy, I really want there to be an underworld with strange creatures. I just think it would be so interesting.

I’d love to retire to a cozy inn with an endless pot of stew

Be able to shapeshift so my body can finally match my identity