Last winter, during a particularly grueling patch of work, one of my colleagues turned to me, with a look of extreme exhaustion on her face, and asked, "Do you know what my dream aspirations are in life? If I had my way, I'd be a folk singer and grow my own vegetable garden." I was sort of flabbergasted at the difference between her dream and her reality -- she's an expert on health care and education policy, not so much known for her green thumb.
But I loved, and still do love, that she's passionate about such different things.
Sometimes I, too, picture something radically different for myself. I'm in a kitchen -- that looks like the one above, of course :) -- making a meal for 12...and getting paid to do it. Something along the lines of Meryl Streep's role in It's Complicated.
I'm not so interested in this idea to pursue it at this point in my life, but I still love to daydream, doesn't everyone?