dreams of global warming

In the dreaming, am traveling with friends...one cold early morning, before dawn, we walk, then run, up a Maine country road in the dark, as though pacing the ocean stretching just barely seen to the right. It gets lighter and we (we is now Alyx and Kelly and me) hang out on this dune-y little beach with lots of other people, talking to a couple about this and that. I observe that a small stand of cherry trees are in blossom and opine that cherry trees in bloom in Maine in January is a very bad thing indeed. A little after that I woke, saying 'I don't want to be alone again.'

The run along the road in the cold early dark of the dream was really lovely, however.