I dreamt that I found myself in a world that was falling apart. It all looked like a science fiction movie set some fifty years from now, but the cause of the world’s demise was climate change. Although much of the dream has evaporated by the morning, I remember feverishly searching for someone or something. Also, I was most cautious as I moved through deserted streets and buildings. Only one scene was still sharp when I woke up. I was rushing through an abandoned and dilapidated office building when I came across three fellows. They wore leather caps that covered most of their faces. One of them carried a rifle combined with some sort of detection device that looked like a beer barrel. “Ha,” he growled and pointed the rifle at me, “now we can kill you!” And then they all laughed. They pulled their caps off their faces, and it turned out that we were old friends. I remember being relieved. Now I had company, too. I marveled at my dream when I woke up. It was so real that it was difficult for me to accept that it was only a dream. Thus it felt like a premonition of things to come.