I had a Dream

Cubans were running wildly through the streets all across Cuba. They were laughing and filled with angry rage at the same time. Someone threw a rope around a Che statue then the mob pulled it off its pedestal and the statue came crashing to the ground. Car horns were honking and people were waving from balconies. What appeared to be members of the old regime were being beaten in the street but the police stood by and did nothing. A few shots rang out and these harassed communists fell dead in the street. Soon their bodies were on fire and the stench of their burning flesh hung in the air. A car flew past the crowd but someone recognized the occupants as former high ranking officials and the mob set upon the car when it was slowed at the intersection. The mob overturned the vehicle then set the gas tank on fire. The occupants burned to death.

As night fell you could see Havana burning in the darkness. Screams could be heard for many miles as well as the crack of gun fire. When the sun came up the city was nothing but a smoldering pile of ashes. People were wandering aimlessly along the roads many begging for food, water and medical care. In the tourists hotels many Canadians and Europeans lay dead after being beaten to death by the mob although there were still a few alive cowering in their hiding places undiscovered. Finally a thunder storm doused the fires.

Was it a dream - or is this destined to happen?