More than 40 years ago I had a dream: the earth was getting warmer and warmer, and people lay prostrate on the streets, lethargic from thirst and heat. That dream I recite only from memory, but here is another one I recorded in a diary I kept in those days: 鈥淚 found myself in a house with many people. Suddenly I looked outside and saw that we were surrounded by sea. Huge waves crashed in the distance. The end of the world! Water was seeping through the windows. A girl was using a cup to scoop out the water. 鈥業s the house sinking?鈥� I asked. While we were trying to stay afloat, I was rescued by the alarm clock.鈥� And lest my theme here isn鈥檛 yet clear, another dream I wrote down, dated March 7, 1969: 鈥淚 dreamt there was a huge fire; the flames were everywhere, destroying everything. That is not the first time I have dreamt of fire. Always the hot flames. 鈥� 鈥�