Can I walk across a red devil-colored suspension bridge through a wet cloud? Can I light a bonfire on the beach? Can I dress like an Edwardian punk? Can I stand on a milk crate and play accordion? Can I paint a watercolor of wet streets and neon signs at dusk? Can I lie in a Eucalyptus grove and write an album of twisted songs? Can I author a zine that screams for the lonely and misunderstood? Can I stand under a streetlight and feel hope and imagination swirling around me?

San Francisco has always been both a history-rich dreamscape and fertile ground for new dreams. One of the most radically reshaped urban landscapes in the world, its rolling neighborhoods were defiantly built on dunes, wetlands, marshes, and scrubby hills. Raw beat poetry and dark psychedelia were soaked in spiritual urgency and a need to escape repression and conformity. From the pastel Sunset houses to the exquisitely colorful Mission murals, there is an energy here that says welcome, you can finally just be what you want to be. It waits to be found, like a sunflower in a community garden.