I had a dream last night that I still haven’t gotten out of.  I was walking along a road and the world was a dust storm. People were walking along to some destination but I couldn’t tell you where that was. The dust was peculiar, a fluffy white like ash, but sterile like snow. There was so much of it that nothing could be seen. The distance was obscured in dust clouds. I could see about one hundred yards. No one was desperate, but we were all migrating, alone or in small groups. There were trucks that went along the road, following tracks. The only color was the skin of…