I dreamt I woke unburdened and I walked and I ran

I can't call what we are having a snow day, since it is cloudlessly bright and currently about 14 °F and with wind chill feels twenty degrees colder, but I am entertained that with the unerring instinct of The Twilight Zone I dreamed that instead of the promised arctic front we had been hit with a wave of global heat and everyone was melting like Dali paintings in February light. It was a mildly Ballardian experience; I seemed to be living in a high-rise festooned with abandoned mattresses and trash bags. I was incredibly reassured to wake and discover we really were in danger of our eyelashes snapping off. It still feels like cheating that we aren't having even a small blizzard.

P.S. I can take or leave the noonday sun, but even in sandblasting cold, not apparently a winter dusk.