A watery dream

I am walking with a friend, purposefully through what looks like an African or central american village. The road surface is red dirt, but really it is more like a wide path bisecting the village. We're walking towards a wooded path just a few dozen meters away from the village center. As we walk we pass between two fenced-in tennis courts. On each there are teams of men playing a game that looks similar to football, but with a ball that is larger and oddly shaped. One of their balls flies over the high fence towards us and ends up in a ditch which is full of what looks and smells limke raw sewage. the friend I am with jumps into the cesspool nimbly to retreive the ball and, suddenly as if I am familiar with it, I realize that the men are playing a game that involves passing some sort of manure covered object among themselves.

My friend and I continue onto the forest trail and almost immediately, within a few metres come to a bend from which there is a view over a pacific sound from a height of hundreds of meters. While our intent was to hike down to the ocean, we see that the ocean level is only feet away from us meaning that the oceans have risen hundreds of meters. The water in the ocean is flowing violently and is filled with debris, including what looks like ice.

We have somehow crossed the water to a village which was on a peak that has not been submerged. The buildings have been ravaged to some degree even though they are above water; it seems that people have vacated. Across the water looming above us is the landmass that we came from, which rises out of the water steeply forming a long ridge hundreds of meters above the water which is heavily treed.

We explore the buildings briefly, looking for something or someone though I am not sure what or whom. Suddenly we have a mission which involves a long hike from where we currently are, over the high cliffs across the water and to a destination beyon; That destination is Jerusalem. I realize that it is late in the day, rather than early and that perhaps we will not make it to Jerusalem that day.

We are at our destination which is located on an immense flat plain of either snow or salt. Hills ring this place but far in teh distance beyond the plain. I have the sensation that I am either flying, or observing from the air the ocean high in the arctic. I see an iceberg floating in a northern sea with cars on it, which is evidence of the devastation that the flood has brought.