Revolutionary dream

I had this dream…

I’d gone to Leeds for the weekend, and when I returned there had been a revolution, and Cambridge had become a pre-Communist dictatorship, like the former USSR. The St John’s Innovation Centre had become the local Party headquarters.

Everyone who had stayed in the city thought that the path to Socialist Collectivism was a jolly good thing, and I seemed to be the only one who had doubts. I began to suspect everyone had been brainwashed or bribed by the state; Jonathan had been given a Fender Stratocaster, Tony had been given a new car, and so on.

They were about to arrest me when I woke up.