I wanted to be a cop.. a lot... unfortunately, rather than growing up to become short, yet stocky and muscular like my father, I grew up to become short, sickly and stick thin like my mother... I was also mentally unwell.
These days, if I worked out, I could probably do it.. but 31 is a bit late.
I also wanted to be a chef, before it was "cool", badly enough to take Food Technology as a GCSE level subject, and try to get into college.. during my first food based job as a lowly dishwasher during summer, I found that I have a major allergy to an ingredient in pretty much every kitchen cleaning product in existence.
These days I don't really have dreams, except to have a happy life with my wife.. rather I take what life throws at me and try to improve it as best I can.