a greater percentage of songs would be in 3/4 time
everyone would wear point-lace hot pants this spring
poets would be required to learn seven new words by heart per week and would weave them into their poems
winter would magically end today
some people would melt away into oblivion like wetted witches
the next leader of Egypt would be a bellydancer
the MTA would put grow-lights in all the stations and create underground horticultural displays with ingenious themes, but nobody would ever have allergies as a result
pixies would organize my bookshelves. and closets. or better yet the cats would do it, since they are home all day anyway
I would have a tidy little collection of beautiful Japanese umbrellas instead of these generic $5 ones I get at H & M
Obama would grow a spine
the entire military budget would go to feeding people organic vegetables and if there was any money left over it would go to various forms of beautification
men would look a lot more like women
prospect park would suddenly be visited by countless colorful and/or large exotic birds: quetzals, flamingoes, puffins, victoria crown pigeons, ostriches, anhingas, macaws, etc.
politicians and “lovers” would fucking stop lying
the legal workweek would be reduced to 20 hours, with no loss of pay
I would find (soon) a dear darling sweetheart about whom I was crazy and vice versa
Otohime 
I can't make any of your dreams come true but I can note that if you ever get back to Tokyo, perhaps you could visit this subterranean farm.