While I consider myself an avid environmentalist, I have never had a dream as blatantly featuring global warming as this one:

I’m at a house party in this exotically placed Northern California beach house, perched on the cliffs above the ocean. I’m trying to help clean up and I take the recycling bin outside after emptying it. Someone has poured orange juice in there so I want to rinse the thing out in the ocean to prevent stinky bin syndrome. I wander down to the cliffs above the water and the ocean level has risen. Instead of looking down at the waves crashing below me, the water is swirling and crashing on the sand at my feet. Some waves even hit the glass door of a neighbor’s house. I dip my toes in the water and lo and behold the water is gloriously warm. I hop in with my recycling bin and have a great time swimming in the warm, turbulent, deep sea water. How bizarre: I’m trying to recycle, ocean levels are rising, ocean temperatures are bath-like, and I’m making the best of it!