In the dream, I stride freely forward without hesitation. A quick glance behind me reveals a post-apocalyptic wasteland of industrial ruin. Are these the remains of our generation? Are these the memories of my past? I look forward to where I am heading and in the short distance I see the forest. It is a Seussical landscape, with vividly colored trees, crowns in a full bloom of vibrant color. When I arrive at this new place, skates have appeared on my feet and people bustle around me. I walk down a small slope with a child's determination to skate on the frozen water, to forget that destitution from where I came.