I dreamt that I was back in my department at Reading. It had recently turned into a lunatic asylum, though. Joining it was entirely voluntary. It actually looked like a giant wellness center. I remember seeing a few of my old colleagues from some distance. Among them were Geoff Cook and Stuart Green. At some point I found myself sitting in the reception room with Moira Gill, who was going through some promotional literature for the asylum as she was pondering whether to join it or not. If my memory is not failing me, we retired around the same time. I also remember that I was sitting by the side of a large pool with my legs in the water when Will Hughes came around. Seeing me, he hastened in my direction with his arms spread wide and a big grin on his face. Back together, as it were. Apparently, the asylum was the place to be. The only question was whether to join it now or wait a bit longer. When I woke up, I marveled at my new vision of the world I had left nearly a decade ago. In its new garb, my old department struck me as almost appealing. In fact, I was quite tempted to join the budding lunatic asylum.