I'd had the best dream last night involving this amazing city (San Francisco). There was nothing going on in the dream, just me walking along a sunlit flower fragrant sidewalk up to a house with an iron gate at the walkway. When I got to my red front door I took out a small notebook from my back pocket and etched "Don't Postpone Joy" into the door along with numerous other etched phrases and pictures.

Once in the house the rest of my dream was just walking around and looking at what was my apartment. The hardwood floors, the thick curtains that were opened to old wooden windows, old lamps, and record players, an amazing olive green couch from what seemed like the 70's, a perfect kitchen straight out of the 50's, and my bedroom that was strewn with polaroid and papers all being gently fluttered by an open windows warm breeze. Tell me how you don't wake up smiling after that?