My dream world

My dream world is better off without me trying to describe it. It would rather inhabit exclusively in its natural habitat. My dream world, you see, is shy and humble. It doesn't really want to travel anywhere. My dream world is probably gonna stay in my dreams for the rest of my life, and maybe for longer.
My dream world says, "you got everything you need where you are standing right now, as long as you are standing with everything you need". It talks like that, so I can't really explain its intricacies to you. Plus, it would not want me to. My dream world likes it when I keep my words to a minimum so I can say more. Specially if I am talking about it to others.
My dream world does not like the big city, or even it's urbanized surroundings. That is why my dream world does not visit where I live. It stays back, mixing cocktails of childhood and progress; decorating cupcakes of irony with chocolate chips of joy. My dream world is corny like that. I don't know where it buys its ingredients, but it's a good end result in my dream world.
My dreamworld does not like the countryside either, nor the jungle. In fact, it does not care much about the soil. Or the sky. Or the wind. Or your family. Or your friends. Or your citizenship. Or your religion. Or what any of the aforementioned think when I tell you to escape with me to my dream world.
My dream world tells me it would love to pour a soft rain over our heads as we lean over for a kiss. It fantasizes about our love with a strength only matched by the rationality we have put into being apart.
If my dream world had wishes, they would be like me. It would talk, and talk, and think, and act, and love, and hug, and make love and pray. It would raise good kids and drink good wine. And it would not be able to help the abrupt endings to its nightly sleep. And it would die.
My dream world is happy where it is.