It's really hard to say. Lots of people will have different ideals. And when we get toward the extremes, it's no longer realistic or possible or free from contradiction."
I'd like to be able to shapechange into a housecat and run around for a bit and catch a bird. I probably wouldn't want to be the bird, though.
I'd like to be able to eat as I liked without affecting my perfect (for me) figure. And I'd only poop once a month, but it would always be one of those really satisfying poops.
There would be no want or disease. These things are practically impossible.
People would live, hearty and hale, as long as they liked. And when they got tired of it all, they could stop living.
All children would be wanted. And if longer lifespans caused a population explosion, the earth would expand so there was more room for everyone.
Everyone would have an excellent baloney-detector.
Robots would perform any menial tasks that nobody else wanted to do. And the robots would find it very satisfying (to the extent that they can experience satisfaction).
Adam Sandler would be prevented from making films.
People would not care about what other people did in their bedrooms.
Space travel would be cheap and simple and fast, so there would always be new places to go, new worlds to explore.
"I like to think, I like to read. I'm into freedom of speech, freedom of choice. I'm the kind if guy who would sit in the greasy spoon and think "Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the big rack of Barbecued spare ribs with the side order of gravy fries?" I *want* high cholesterol. I want to eat bacon, butter and buckets of cheese alright? I want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinatti in a non-smoking section. I wanna run around naked with green jell-o all over my body reading a Playboy magazine. Why? Because maybe I feel the need to okay pal?"
I could continue the laundry list, but I don't see the point. Most of it is a fantasy.