In the dream I had a corner with perfect acoustics

I'm setting up on a corner that doesn't exist in real life, but the acoustics are perfect — every note I play bounces back in a warm, friendly echo, and the light is that late-afternoon gold that makes everyone look kind. The hat keeps filling with coins that look like beach glass. When I wake up, I'm just annoyed no corner in my city sounds that good, but I keep the feeling of it in my fingers for the first few songs of the day.