I dreamt that I was on a tour of London together with a small group of people. We were all impressed by construction sites everywhere we went. Cranes and scaffolds awaited us behind every corner. Many of the buildings were new, but there was a great deal of reconstruction, as well. The majority of the buildings were designed to fit into the old urban fabric, but there were not a few entirely new ones. Usually larger than the buildings surrounding them, they often had smooth, round shapes cherished by architects nowadays. We also saw quite a number of buildings that were simply being refurbished and repainted. I remember marveling at so much construction activity. Olympics are good for the industry, I remember thinking. And so is rioting, no doubt. When I woke up, I kept thinking about the industry that was at the core of my academic life. Indeed, it thrives from destruction in any shape or form. The more devastating, the better. A trivial thought, but it struck me as quite momentous in my dream.