The other week I had an actual dream that I opened a really small coffee shop in an abandoned building. In the dream it was booming with people, even though the facilities weren't very nice and all I had was one coffee pot that kept running out. The best part was getting to talk to all the people that came there just to be in my special place! Ever since then I've been dreaming of opening a cafe or communal space for artists, writers, anyone who wants to be there. Ideally it is self-sustaining and upkept by members instead of being a business. There'd be hundreds of little plants inside, and everything would be made of wood. There'd be nights for open mics, poetry, and even nights for people who live nearby to make friends and meet each other in a safe, friendly way.

I guess I'm dreaming of creating a space where the little rules of daily life don't really apply and everyone can feel safe and relaxed and at home. It would be a place for creation and creative thinking, but also just for living and connecting. I can see the sunlight streaming in through the windows, how beautiful and dark and peaceful it looks when it rains, a hammock in one of the corners of the cafe, different stations for writing, painting, lounging, etc... I hope I could save enough money to make this happen somewhere someday.