My current job is not my dream job. I can't describe what my job is. People ask me all the time. If it's some one I want to have a conversation with - I might try to describe my job. Otherwise I tell them "Project Manager at a tech company" and that usually makes them go away. I don't know that I have a dream job.
I'd love to be a cinematographer.
I'd love to be a DP.
I'd love to be a Foley engineer.
I'd love to be a stunt driver.
I'd love to be a pyrotechnics engineer.
I'd love to be a college professor. but something tells me that even those jobs suck sometimes. I may not have my dream job, but I do have my dream life. My job is just a means to an end. I trade my time to some corporate assholes for some money - perhaps more than I'm worth. And I use that money to do stuff, buy stuff, and go places. It works out well. When that agreement is no longer satisfactory to either parties, I get fired or I get a raise, or I quit. It's not glamorous, but it's my life.