These days, being 30, I do freelance graphic design work; though it's kinda barren, but really, I wanted to do game design (or more vaguely, make games in general). My lack of math skill, and my limited patience with anything past trigonometry (and programming), kinda prevent me from moving forward any further. So I'm limited to being an "ideas" guy, if possible in those fields. Alternatively, I also wanted to be an inventor since my single-digit days.
But before that, during my school days, I wanted to be an adventurer or a mercenary; a gun for hire, soldier of fortune, going to exotic locations (with alien geometries in some cases) doing the kinds of missions nobody else wants to do, or lack the balls to do (and be paid generously for it; or take down the backer unwilling to pay and back-stab me instead, and loot them afterwards anyway (I would make for a fun Fallout or RPG character)). Like raiding a cult, before an elder god is summoned (and hell, just for kicks, let them finish their ritual and hang the god's head above the mantle of my fireplace when I'm finished with them and the elder god; or doing a suicide run into enemy territory, delivering as much (collateral) damage as possible, and thinning the herds out that cause trouble (preferably with a multi-ton walking machine of death, riddled with PPC cannons and the like. That, or a starfighter); somehow surviving, and drinking and telling tales of my victories to anyone interested; alternatively, being a pirate, looting all kinds of things and disrupting the normal ways of life, and knocking a few high-class people down a few pegs, and humbling total assholes that walk all over anybody because they can. So basically, a thug for hire. Of course, the levels I had in mind make it seem like a Saturday Morning Cartoon meets an arcade game. Given how much reality demands to remain real, and my idea of a good time borders on making me a terrorist on constant watch (building the biggest explosive possible always sounds fun), not to mention being ignorantly unrealistic, I guess playing games will have to do instead; or dreaming environments were that's legal/possible, and taking on the jobs over there.
My ideal job: minimal work, maximum fun, and getting paid for it (or money (preferably) not being an object, some acknowledgement and fair treatment), whatever suits my interests for the time being. Freelancing in general is a step towards all of the above. Basically, I want to be paid for doing whatever the hell I want, sans any potential criminal record I could rack up from it.
Unfortunately, Reality itself (square-cubed law (and other physics-based laws, which especially inhibit magic), the law (in general, including 10 commandments), magic not being real, politics, society, perma-death, being required to build things first before doing whatever with them, limited resources, etc.) is still my mortal enemy for maximum fun to be achieved. If only there was a way to break Reality, dreams (including nightmares (especially if can be harnessed)) can be realized. Oh well, back to the grind.
* Itnetlolor continues fruitlessly scanning his freelance job feed.