I have yet to encounter a physical form of my own personal paradise. Of course there are certain places I would much rather be than others, but none would fulfill my mental description of ecstasy. The only thing currently able to fill that giant expectation is my imagination, which can be better than any room or place that exists in our own, sometimes bleak, reality.
Childish as it may seem, my paradise involves dinosaurs. Dinosaurs, waterfalls and adventure garnish my dreamland. The day begins with the vibrant site of herds of brachiosaurus, creating napalm clouds of earth with each step across a massive dusty grassed plain; only after craning their necks to pluck leaves form the dense surroundings. This observation is seen from the frame of an enclosed rock face that is constantly smothered by the falling water of a stream overhead; cool like a summer evening and resoundingly superb for a good morning jolt.
Along the coiled path to this destination are half a dozen bowls of the same liquid, warmed by the unshaded sun to form a large staircase of endless comfortable swimming opportunities. Upon finishing the rejuvenating splash or two and ready to start my day of relaxation, I return down the winding trail and travel at my own pace to a shore at the edge of the plains where my ship waits. Naturally, this ship has a transparent bottom to observe the magnificent creatures that inherit the land beneath the surface, and it does not take long after setting sail to spot varieties of them slithering, leaping, and darting in the distance. I do not feel in danger of them as I drift away in my own dream within a dream, staring at the sky and the equally glorious beings that rule the air kingdom.
Perhaps upon opening my eyes I will be near my village homeland, perhaps not. Perhaps I will indulge and fish for coelacanths, or perhaps I will simply admire them in their natural state. The agenda for the day might include being a bit of an adventurer, landing on an island to go spy on velociraptors or other such native wildlife. Perhaps all the bliss will end in a swift death by one of the previously trusted monsters on the horizon. None of these outcomes or choices bother me in the slightest, and floating without a purpose for eternity while feasting on succulent pomegranates seems like the best idea of them all.
A town strung in the sky forms my abode, a colossal tree house stronghold that shelters many delightful denizens. In the center of town, a community fire is the gathering place. Music is played and stories are told, both similarly pleasant and interesting. From the perch of slumber at the summit, it is possible to see every inch of my day’s travel, albeit faded in the expanse; delimited by puffs of guard clouds that light up like beacons by the glow of the moon and the stars. Settling into a nest of tyrannosaurus feathers, the antics of nocturnal playgrounds in the humid jungle below remind me I was at those very places hours ago, and the songs of the creatures sooth me into dreams of the next day and how it will top the previous.