This is my first post, sorry if I'm doing something wrong..
My fantasies usually all work out to be the same.
In them I am usually well-appreciated by my close friends (this is a fantasy because I can't help but doubt their loyalty to me out of my anxiety).
In my fantasies they want to spend time with me and be close with me, but I'm leaving. They tell me I should stay.
Usually I go somewhere extremely secluded. Examples may be the Arctic (this is one of my favorites), a distant planet (like a previous member described), or maybe a hidden shack high in the mountains.
I wander around on my own, live in a little house away from all civilization, and either spend my time drawing, reading, or playing music.
I leave home to kayak on snowy lakes. I always imagine the water reflecting the sky and just kayaking into an infinitely soft white glow.
If I'm in the mountains I leave to sit out in rain and fog so thick they block the outside world out. I just sit and play the banjo.
If I'm in a distant landscape, often characterized by unearthly colors, and I walk for hours, resting in the shade now and then from the heat of an immense, negatively-colored sun.
In each situation I am in some extreme environment, so surreal and breathtaking. I can feel the temperatures, humidity, tastes, and sounds around me if I think really hard.
When I think about these places I just try to absorb their feelings, although I am alone in my fantasies I am so present, so defined, so strong.
Of course it always helps knowing someone always wants me back.