I dreamt that my beloved and I were walking through the pedestrian area in Zagreb and that we saw a large number of young people stumbling about. Many of them leaned against walls or hung onto lampposts. They were either drunk or on a wide assortment of drugs. “Climate change,” I mumbled to my beloved. As the weather got ever weirder, as well as ever more deadly, young people lost their bearings. The future was meaningless to most of them. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I realized that the dream was very much a part of my expectations. Consumption of alcohol and drugs is sure to skyrocket in the next couple of decades. But when I told my beloved about my dream in the morning, she just screwed up her face. She has had her fill of my ruminations about climate change and its effects on people. “My dream was hardly a dream,” I admitted. In fact, it was but an enactment of my long-established beliefs. All that remains is to see it in real life. Young people stumbling about…