My fantasy life

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Last time the jackpot for the lottery hit a billion and my husband got us some tickets he asked me what I would do. I said I wanted a house on my own private island and he got on Zillow or someplace and we spent hours just looking and picking out our favorites. I don’t know if having that house would actually make me happy and my husband was still so practical saying things like “I bet that one would take a lot of maintenance “ etc.

That’s cute!

[Anonymous]

I travel in time back to 2012-2013, during my gap years living abroad. Instead of taking out huge loans to go to graduate school and condemning myself to the DC rat race, I launch a successful youtube channel, an adventure tourism business, and my own line of eco-friendly outdoor gear. I build diplomatic relationships between countries through women’s empowerment as a fitness influencer and environmental awareness through a shared value of protecting the great outdoors, rather than toiling away at various nonprofits and government contractors.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I travel in time back to 2012-2013, during my gap years living abroad. Instead of taking out huge loans to go to graduate school and condemning myself to the DC rat race, I launch a successful youtube channel, an adventure tourism business, and my own line of eco-friendly outdoor gear. I build diplomatic relationships between countries through women’s empowerment as a fitness influencer and environmental awareness through a shared value of protecting the great outdoors, rather than toiling away at various nonprofits and government contractors.

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[Anonymous]

I am an independently wealthy architect who designs and builds houses for fun. Stunning locations with amazing views and huge windows. The houses are not too big and just right for whomever is going to live in them.

I would have a mountain lake house, close to a ski hill, and with private natural hot springs. And a beach house. And a city apartment.

No husband. Lovers are fine.

My son visits me almost everyone day. l have the best group of friends for hiking, skiing, book club and seeing live music.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I travel in time back to 2012-2013, during my gap years living abroad. Instead of taking out huge loans to go to graduate school and condemning myself to the DC rat race, I launch a successful youtube channel, an adventure tourism business, and my own line of eco-friendly outdoor gear. I build diplomatic relationships between countries through women’s empowerment as a fitness influencer and environmental awareness through a shared value of protecting the great outdoors, rather than toiling away at various nonprofits and government contractors.

Love this

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I travel in time back to 2012-2013, during my gap years living abroad. Instead of taking out huge loans to go to graduate school and condemning myself to the DC rat race, I launch a successful youtube channel, an adventure tourism business, and my own line of eco-friendly outdoor gear. I build diplomatic relationships between countries through women’s empowerment as a fitness influencer and environmental awareness through a shared value of protecting the great outdoors, rather than toiling away at various nonprofits and government contractors.

I want to go back in time and do this with you minus the Youtube channel. I wish social media would whither and die

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Money does buy happiness. Doesn’t it? These all have one theme in common. Money.

It will buy their fantasy. It will not buy them happiness.

+ 1 million. As someone who has lost people they loved very much, and is right now going through some deep grief, I know that nothing like these fantasies would make me happy. But having the love of my life back would...no matter where I lived or any other "fantasy" details.

It's fun to create these fantasies, but I would bet everyone here knows that it's not the stuff that true happiness is made of.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:What is killing me about all these fantasies is how oddly specific they are. All the little details like we have all been thinking hard about this.

You're funny!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I have a beautiful house on a private beach in SoCal.
It has spectacular views of the ocean’s waves & every night I fall asleep to the sound of them crashing against the rocks.

My home has beautiful furnishings and everything matches perfectly.
I have a daily maid who keeps it 1000% spotless.
A cook who makes the best spaghetti 🍝 + oven-roasted pizza.

I am a successful author who spends my days writing New York Times best selling novels.
I love to sit on my upstairs terrace and write.

I take vacations often, flying by private jet of course.

I am in excellent health and have access to the best M.D.s in the country.
I have a huge retirement fund and my adult kids all have personal trust funds.

I have bought each kid their own house and they all have enviable careers.

Same sans the spaghetti and pizza. I’d also spend my free time volunteering with foster kids, visiting nursing homes, and homeless shelters. I’d use a large portion of my money to start a charity organization.

[Anonymous]

I live in a Boston suburb in a home that looks like the house from home alone. It’s a quick trip into Boston but I can walk into our small and very quaint town center. I do this daily to grab a coffee, visit the library, or run errands. I am a respected artist but I keep a low profile, I paint because I love it, not because I need to make a living.

I have 4 kids who are kind, smart,polite, and beautiful. Somehow, I am closely bonded to them but also have a ton of alone time to focus on my own pursuits (painting, reading, playing tennis in lux looking tennis whites, etc). A driver takes me into Boston when I want to visit a museum or shop. My handsome important business man husband adores me and our children and I love him dearly.

Sometimes, I have torrid affairs with handsome much younger tennis coaches or mysterious brilliant men I meet while in the city. In my fantasy this isn’t bad and it doesn’t hurt anyone and I get to enjoy amazing sex and the thrill of a new lover and the comfort of a stable and loving family home.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:What is killing me about all these fantasies is how oddly specific they are. All the little details like we have all been thinking hard about this.

I love how there are some other people whose fantasy details overlap with mine. I appreciate all the other people who want to be humanitarian goddesses too.

Thanks OP for starting the thread; it’s fun to follow!

Agree, it's a fascinating thread to me too!

NP and interested by the "humanitarian goddess" fantasies others are describing (thanks for that great term, PP!). How genuinely good!

My fantasy, which I could write about (and have written about) at length, is not humanitarian at all. Nor does it hinge on money like an earlier PP rather scowlingly insists is the focus of many of these fantasies. My fantasy husband and I don't need much money, considering we own the farmhouse where we live. We don't need to farm properly. I grow lavender and he keeps bees, who are fond of the lavender. Honey and lavender keep us in just enough income to buy things like food, gas, animal feed. We spend most of our time reading, listening to music, playing music, riding our horses and staying in bed some days. Not to read, though. Bed isn't for reading at our house. Not a lot of sleeping goes on there, either. (I admit, the thing that struck me most about some fantasies here were that they seem to be by women who want to live without men or only with anonymous lovers. But the devoted fantasy husband, and yes, he's extremly specifically painted in my mind, is essential to my own fantasy. Not criticizing anyone else's choices! Just interesting to note how widely varied our minds and desires can be.)

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:In my fantasy life I have never met the people that have hurt my family so badly, or I meet them and recognize them for what they will do to us and I run in the other direction.

And secondly, I don't care where I live or what I do for a living, but I spend it with my soulmate that I met, fell in love with, and had to say goodbye to. We have a life together that ends up the opposite in almost every way from the one I'm living right now.


Everything else would be secondary to me.

what happened?

[Anonymous]

In my fantasy life, I own a small home in the pacific northwest on a decent plot of land. My BFF lives in a cottage on the property, as does my brother (who handles upkeep on the buildings) and my SIL who is a crazy plant lady manages the garden. There is also a well-appointed guest cabin on the property. My parents don’t know where we are so we never have to talk to them. I am independently wealthy (not crazy rich, just “comfortable”), which allows my friend and I to spend our time and energy jointly serving as temporary foster parents to young children.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I have a beautiful house on a private beach in SoCal.
It has spectacular views of the ocean’s waves & every night I fall asleep to the sound of them crashing against the rocks.

My home has beautiful furnishings and everything matches perfectly.
I have a daily maid who keeps it 1000% spotless.
A cook who makes the best spaghetti 🍝 + oven-roasted pizza.

I am a successful author who spends my days writing New York Times best selling novels.
I love to sit on my upstairs terrace and write.

I take vacations often, flying by private jet of course.

I am in excellent health and have access to the best M.D.s in the country.
I have a huge retirement fund and my adult kids all have personal trust funds.

I have bought each kid their own house and they all have enviable careers.

Same sans the spaghetti and pizza. I’d also spend my free time volunteering with foster kids, visiting nursing homes, and homeless shelters. I’d use a large portion of my money to start a charity organization.

WTH kind of fantasy doesn’t have spaghetti and pizza?!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I live in a Boston suburb in a home that looks like the house from home alone. It’s a quick trip into Boston but I can walk into our small and very quaint town center. I do this daily to grab a coffee, visit the library, or run errands. I am a respected artist but I keep a low profile, I paint because I love it, not because I need to make a living.

I have 4 kids who are kind, smart,polite, and beautiful. Somehow, I am closely bonded to them but also have a ton of alone time to focus on my own pursuits (painting, reading, playing tennis in lux looking tennis whites, etc). A driver takes me into Boston when I want to visit a museum or shop. My handsome important business man husband adores me and our children and I love him dearly.

Sometimes, I have torrid affairs with handsome much younger tennis coaches or mysterious brilliant men I meet while in the city. In my fantasy this isn’t bad and it doesn’t hurt anyone and I get to enjoy amazing sex and the thrill of a new lover and the comfort of a stable and loving family home.

My ultimate fantasy