Overnight dream

Society has collapsed in the aftermath of global warming and rising sea levels. We're in a Ford Econoline van, driving cross-country to somewhere in the desert southwest where we've heard there is some last semblance of civilization. I'm driving, and Leslie and a few other unidentified people are in the back.

We've arrived in a small town somewhere in the midwest in the early afternoon. Me, Leslie, some others. We're in some small town. The streets are quiet but we know it's controlled by a right-wing fundamentalist militia so we're trying to maintain a low profile.

I look out the window and see Beasley the cat a half block down the street. I brought him with us but he's gotten out. I call him and he looks around, sees me and comes back, but Leslie doesn't realize he's my cat and lets him out again. I call him, but this time a small piglet jumps in the van, then promptly jumps out the opposite window.

I see Beasley again and call him a third time and he comes back. Then I wake up.