Until the world is safe and fair enough for everyone to have the opportunity to even have dreams for the future, let alone live them, it feels wrong to me to put much more than subsistence-level effort into my own frivolous bullshit. Gotta have a little fun and fulfillment to keep going, sure, but making my own personal wishes a main goal just doesn't feel right.

I guess maybe the world being safe and fair for everyone actually is my dream, but it's not an achievable personal goal.

Edit - upon reflection, this feels like a Debbie-Downer kinda comment that didn't engage with the heart of the question, and that's not who I want to be. I'm sorry, OP.

My actual dream life would be living with my polycule and assorted friends and family in agricultural bliss. Ideally, I'd live in one of many houses on a large rural lot, with people who similarly treasure a balance between privacy and community as we cherish and care for each other, our plants and animals, and the land.

I'm on my way to a certain extent - I have a house on a couple acres, there's certainly room here for more people - but I've put the social stuff on the back burner since we fell out with our friend group over COVID and other lifestyle and ethical differences. I've had trouble figuring out where I fit in with the local organizing scene, largely due to social/relational issues stemming from undiagnosed neurodivergence. I'm hopeful that medication and therapy will help me do better.

Sorry again, OP. Really don't want to piss in your Cheerios.