I had a dream that my friends and I knew a man who loved his neighborhood and his road so much. We were in the car riding with him as he drove down his street. I remember the sides of the street had bent metal that made the curb, and it was done really tacky. He was really proud to talk about it, but we couldn’t figure out how to tell him that he was being really snooty about it, and it didn’t look that great. He was in love with the intricacies of his road and it was all dressed up with over-the-top decorations.