I had this dream: I was traveling across the country, with a pack of people from all different times in my life. But the earth was poor, and people were growing weary of the fighting; not between man and beast, nor alien and man, or super-powered man and man, but man versus man, struggling to survive. As we continue our journey, I recognize a wall mural, a brick painting that renewed my tired soul and gave me comfort. I run to my husband, leaping into his arms, and pull him forward ahead of the group. There we find Italian flags painted around light poles, and feel the sense of home in our hearts. Of all the places we could have blindly traveled, we ended in..Seattle. My husband and I then break off from the pack in search for our dear friends, hoping they are still where we once left them.