A common setting in my dreams is a sort of dive/punk/queer bar with an emphasis on local performers and very cheap beer. Sort of like Ralph’s in Worcester, Mass but less cluttered.
The place is pretty dark. Lighting is limited to mismatched wall sconces and neon bar signs. Sitting at the bar proper is difficult due to its size and genial staff. There are a few picnic tables all weathered despite living indoors.
I am falling sslesp trying to write this, sorry will do more later