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Once upon a time there was a goldfish who spent it's days swimming to and fro in it's fish tank. one day the owner of this fish decided that it was a shame to waste all that water just so the goldfish could live comfortably, so the owner removed a cup of water and told the fish that it was really for it's own good and that he would never miss the water. The goldfish didn't mind, He didn't even really notice that his environment had shrunk slightly. Over the next few weeks the owner would occasionally remove another cup of water - each time with the remark that the goldfish really didn't need all of that water anyway. As the goldfishes world became smaller, he noticed that he wasn't as free as he once was and the water was now a bit more cloudier than it used to be, but he could still swim back and forth in his tank without experiencing any genuine discomfort.The rate at which the water was being withdrawn was so gradual that the goldfish never saw his own doom approaching. One day, the goldfish noticed that he now seemed to be spending all of his time at the bottom of the tank next to the gravel. Hecould no longer swim up and down in the tank, but since he could still swim forward and to the right and to the left, he merely frowned and tried to make the best of his situation. At least he was still being fed everyday, and the water was still the right temperture. Finally, however, the day came when the owner removed a cup of water and the goldfish noticed that his dorsal fin was exposed unless he stayed in just one small area of the tank where ther was a small depression in the gravel. He began to worry, but had to be careful about how he moved around now. He also noticed that he was feeling more lethargic - primarily because the water could not hold sufficiant oxygen. That night the heater was turned off in the tank, but since it was winter and the tank sat near a heat vent, the goldfish just remained still to conserve energy. When dawn came the next day, the owner removed one more cup of water and finally the goldfish saw his own doom approaching. Barely able to think clearly due to oxygen deprivation, he yearned for the old days when the tank was filled to the top with clear, sparkling water, but the memory of those days was quickly fading. That evening, the owner saw the goldfish lying on it's side, it's fins barely moving. He shrugged and turned out the light as he left the room. In the morning the goldfish was dead. He had been dying for a long time and had not realized it. So it is with the society that we live in today. We do not recognize that ever so gradually our freedoms are being taken from us. We desperatly hope that those who have power in this country will have compassion for us and we are too frightened of what they might do to us if we anger them by being ungrateful for the few remaining freedoms that we still possess.

More Dreams
I am sitting by a bridge in Whitley trying to talk to a girl I don’t know, but she is ignoring me. A red Citroen swerves by with 3 drunk men inside. The car stops and one staggers out. He asks if he can have sex with her while I wank him. She jumps at the chance while I try and figure out how to do both at the same time. She takes his hand and they skip down a slope and across some fields, to a large gothic school. They are a few steps ahead of me, and as they enter the door I am still on the grass. Suddenly the field turns into a bright green sandwich with a small window open, facing the door. I am inside the sandwich. I try and crawl through the window, but I get stuck halfway. I am left struggling, contemplating what I am missing. I wake up.

I wake up to brush my teeth, and as I am doing so bubbles float up from the sink, each filled with charcoal. I wake up.

I am watching an 80’s Brit Awards ceremony. Duran Duran are winning an award. The lead singer is Robert Plant. He has a very deep Scottish accent. All the while I am waiting for him to say ‘cunt’. I can’t contain my anticipation, and at the end he does. The crowd cheers. I wake up.

I am in a lecture theatre. I realise I have sold drugs to almost everyone in the theatre. I begin to get paranoid they will tell the lecturer. All the while, people are asking me for heroin, and I give it to them in a little sachet. I feel worse each time. Soon everyone has a bag full of drugs, except me. I wake up.