I had a dream last night.

Things seemed a little blurry, but most dreams are so I didn’t take much notice.  Then I noticed that I seemed to be floating, but people have dreams about flying all the time, so I just kind of enjoyed the sensation.

Then I noticed I was a goldfish.  I had orangey coloured scales and big bulgy eyes.  There were little pebbles that served no real function underneath me, food that tasted like crap.  But then again it could have literally been my crap as bits of that were floating around too.  I’d swim around and find myself back at the same little plastic castle I was at seconds before.

Then I noticed I was a goldfish.  I had orangey coloured scales and big bulgy eyes.  There were little pebbles that served no real function underneath me, food that tasted like crap.  But then again it could have literally been my crap as bits of that were floating around too.  I’d swim around and find myself back at the same little plastic castle I was at seconds before.

Then I noticed I was a goldfish.  I had orangey coloured scales and big bulgy eyes.  There were little pebbles that served no real function underneath me, food that tasted like crap.  But then again it could have literally been my crap as bits of that were floating around too.  I’d swim around and find myself back at the same little plastic castle I was at seconds before.

Then I realized that I wasn’t in fact a goldfish with a seven second memory and got a grip on myself.

The one thing that really confused me?

Here I was, a goldfish in a tank and I couldn’t remember ever joining the army.

Maybe my memory is shite after all.