When I lived Africa (3 years) I would have surfing withdrawal dreams. They would go like this- I'm waiting on a friend to go surf. He's taking a long time to get ready. When we get to the beach the sun sets and it's dark. No surf. The funniest one is I get to the beach but have forgotten my board so I make one out of sand. Then a wave comes up and washes it away. No surf.
The first day I finally got back for real, I get to the beach, amped to finally surf and I pulled up the zipper to my wetsuit and it came flying off and the wetsuit wouldn't close (back zip). Too cold to surf. I could not believe it was happening. I was yelling in rage on the beach. My friend said to just go out, but I'd just gotten back from equatorial Africa and the water was in the 50's. No surf.