If it has to be purely selfish, then I’d want this:

A small home without black mold, windows that properly seal and open and close, and floors and doors that don’t let daylight in around them that don’t threaten to fall in. Some clothing that fits. Proper treatment for my injury, dental work.

My dream right now is literally just like 600 dollars for a real grow lamp and indoor greenhouse set up

my dream would be a load of land. i’d forest it and fill it with native plants and stuff. then walk through it, camp in it, be naked in it. that would be cool i thinbk

I want a battleship

I feel like people would treat me differently if I owned a battleship

i was at the water park the other day with my friends and i was joking about how Elon Musk or someone with similar wealth could just buy all the overpriced corn dogs and rental inner tubes he could imagine without a single thought to his bank account. imagine that, being able to go to the theme park and buy every little deep fried food and add on you could think of. that sounds like a fucking blast, and instead he’s out here buying twitter to make a safe haven for nazis. you could be at the water park blowing your money on assorted taffy, Elon, and you do this instead?

Honestly, you might be able to get a piano for free. People give them away if you’re able to move it.

I would also get a telescope, some big lenses, and a really nice star tracking mount for astrophotography.

If I had an absurd amount of money, I’d start putting MeshCore repeaters all over the place and build out the network myself.

Would starting an animal rescue, or contributing to wildlife conservation efforts, be considered giving it away? If I had truly unfathomable riches and the connections that can buy, I’d love to start a cat rescue, with enough resources to never refuse any kitty in need, and buy up every shelter in existence that doesn’t have a no-kill policy just to shut it down/reorganize it - and to run a bear and big cat sanctuary that also engages in habitat conservation efforts, because grizzly bears and tigers are my two favourite animals ever and if the world went to absolute shit and I had the power to keep animals safe, I’d absolutely prioritize all the bears and all the kitty cats. And since the world is going to shit…

I suppose a truly frivolous and expensive project would be to develop and mass produce what I call the ultimate teddy bear - a realistic plush bear cub. A synthetic fur that exactly matches the coarseness and thickness of bear fur, complete with coarser guard hairs and softer undercoat and a purely soft belly (not sure if baby bears have that, but cats and lots of double coated dogs do and it’s practical for good snuggles), weighted/beanbag areas in the stuffing to match the weight distribution of a real bear cub, synthetic claws (with rounded points, of course, don’t want any injuries from careless snuggles, the whole point of this is safe bear hugs), textured nose, paw pads, and inner ears (and realistic bear pawpads, not classic “teddy bear toebeans”), exact colours of a real bear, and a “growler” like some very early teddy bears and predecessor bear toys had - turn the teddy upside down and he growls. Ideally I’d want to create and produce them in several ages of cub and several types of bear, as well as adult koala bears, but the first step would be just to get a very young grizzly perfect and reproducible. It’s one thing to spend resources attempting to find or have made the best possible teddy bear, but entirely another to develop your own as a mass producible product and have it mass produced. Now, the question is whether I’m allowed to give the bears away, or if I have to sell them at at least production cost. Because if I’m allowed to give them away, then literally every facility on earth that is responsible for kids and takes toy donations will recieve a crate of teddy bears - I have “fly to space on a whim” trillionaire money in this hypothetical, I can pay a few people to make that list and ship every location on it a crate of bears I was having made anyway. Hell, send them to every wildlife sanctuary and animal shelter, every video of a baby animal being cute I’ve seen out of those places involves a comfort plushie. Any facility that might give them away or otherwise consume them gets a new crate on a monthly basis. I would also sell them, at cost or for a token amount, both in bulk and individually, to organizations and individuals - anyone who wants the bears can buy them, for less than any other seller of plush animals charges for a far less complicated plush bear, and any organization that has a reasonable and non destructive need for teddy bears can get them for free, just talk to the bear in charge and they’ll send a box of teddy bears your way as long as you don’t want them to resell or destroy.

I know that you can buy teddy bears with at least some of these features, but I’ve never seen one that had all of them, I’ve only ever seen one proper growler, and I’ve never seen the fur gotten right on a “realistic” teddy bear. It’s usually a cheap coarse synthetic that feels synthetic, with no softer fluff anywhere a real bear’s fur might be softer, and often the colour is very odd. I’ve also never seen the paws gotten right or any good attempts at claws. (Part of me wants to find that one bear I know I had, and any other “realistic” bears of similar quality, and make a video talking about them the way retro tech people review old computer peripherals and upgrades. I.e. “This bear certainly isn’t the state of the art, but at least the paws are a good attempt!” or “The beanbag and mesh belly on this plush lizard is about the only interesting thing about it, but it’s very ahead of its time and I’d love to see a similar technique on a bear.” or “These growlers may not be the most technologically advanced way to do sounds in a teddy bear, but they have their advantages, even in the twenty-first century.”) So yes, I’d waste fuck-you money on making the perfect “plush bear cub” and then producing them by the thousands.

That’s my big impactful pet projects… but as far as quiet personal enjoyment… I guess a state of the art computer that’s totally overkill for any game I actually play and beyond overkill for productivity software, just because the performance leap the last time I did that on someone else’s dime at their insistence was incredible - my favourite still runs like crap on my current rig, but it runs like crap with fluffy animals and reflective water and incredible lighting for a game that old, and that game would run like crap on a military supercomputer, the hardware isn’t the bottleneck - and some clothes I would enjoy instead of what I bought on Mum’s limited dime at the thrift shops as a teenager, most of which fits okay but isn’t all that cute or really my style anymore.

And, this is also big and impactful, but also very much a Thing I Need, If I Just Had The Cash. It’d be absolutely wonderful to have the money and time and generally resources that excess money can buy to be able to buy all sorts of weighted and compression gear sold for all kinds of primary purposes, to find a good hug vest for sensory seeking, and then review every single one as objectively as possible, and possibly even conduct a study/focus group with both neurodivergent and neurotypical volunteers that’d consist of having everyone identify their own sensory responses to pressure and compression, and then test and review each pressure tool in the study, and then all of that information would be put together as an analysis of off the shelf solutions for this particular sensory need, which I’d make available to those likely to be interested through every channel possible. So that no one has to waste that much money solving that problem again.

When I was about ten-eleven, I had this… piece of lady’s underwear, very out of date design, but a fascinating sensory experience. My memory is hazy, but I believe it was given to me by an elderly female relative, whom my mother did not get on with because, as Mum says, she was crazy, and as I saw it even then, she had a tendency to get stuck in the past - her favourite sayings were “even a broken clock is right twice a day” and “it’s not stupid if it works”. I loved that thing, but I knew if anyone found out I had ever actually worn it, not just politely taken it to appease the crazy old bat and thrown it in the back of my closet and forgot about it, everyone would hit the roof and God only knew what my mum would do to the poor older lady she’d be primarily blaming and mad at, so I could only use it as a sensory tool when I was at home and unsupervised, which for a neurodivergent eldest child of a safety paranoid mother, who never post pregnancy ever worked more than part time, was not very often until I was like sixteen. If I had the time and connections and resources to track such a thing down and money to throw at recreating good childhood sensory experiences in general, I’d love to get one of those that’d fit me now - if you can even still get them, I think the one that Great-Aunt Helen gave me was an attic/storage closet find that belonged to some long dead relative back in those things’ heyday. But then, if I had that kind of resources and connections and power, I could also pay a sensory tools company to make an adult sized hug vest, which is much less likely to cause me ND support needs problems when the person I rely on for a lot of help and cannot easily replace if she gets upset with me inevitably finds out, so. But then, if I have fuck-you money, I can hire people for all of the physical support that doesn’t require her emotional understanding of me, just someone willing to do a household or life maintenance type task that’s difficult or impossible for me, and the point of this particular project isn’t “compression device”, it’s replicating the experience I had when I was a “young lady”, as every grown woman around me put it then.

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on the tankie site

claims to not want to purchase a tank

uh-huh. sure. next you’ll say you wouldn’t purchase a large spoon with which to procure heaps of ukrainian grain

Yeah, I had a similar sobering epiphany recently, that an extra 5k would fix literally every health problem I have and let me buy all the stuff I want to branch out and try some new hobbies. I’d love to learn the accordion. But 5 thousand might as well be a million for all the money I actually make surviving paycheck to paycheck.

My dream currently is a bigger bed for me and my partner so we don’t keep fighting for elbow space in the currebnt one in our sleep, we have slept in the current bed for over 20 years. I get that it’s not just for enjoyement, but I don’t need anything else.

I started doing these dreams of mine after getting a job with getting a nice reading chair a couple years ago and this year got us a new kitchen table.

I also dream of getting a house with a yard I could grow stuff in, but it’s beyond my reach.

And there is one purely personal thing, plastic surgery for a surgical fuck up that was done to me long ago that left me with all sorts of body shame. It could be fixed with just money that I don’t have. Fixing it would make going to the beach and stuff a lot easier for me mentally. I’d get that done if I had the means.

Not some sort of sanctuary for fucked up birds?

I’d open libraries. It is all I want in the world. Like beautiful ass libraries as well

A house of my very own. A nice spacious one with a large garden so I can have some peace and quiet and privacy instead of being crammed into a noisy, crowded street like I am now. And never having to deal with the DWP again. Private medical care so I can get my issues improved without having to spend years at a time on NHS waiting lists. With this I would be content.