A few weeks ago I posted a photo that summed up the twisted, unreal San Francisco that often appears in my dreams. I was scrolling through social media the other day and ran across another; one that perfectly envisions my dreamtime forays to the Mission District (unlike that other photo, my visits there usually occur during the day, with a thick blanket of fog hanging over the city).
In my dreams, Mission Street is narrow, flanked on both sides by multi-story Victorian buildings. You can understand why I caught my breath when I saw this—complete with an old-style MUNI car that was in use during my time there.
