Sorry I wasn't very clear, thanks for pointing that out! I'm referring to the arguments opposing nationalisation in the mainstream discourse and not the actual obstacle to it happening (I wouldn't accuse the Labour Party of acting in good faith).
Within the liberal ideology you often here things like "who's gonna pay for it" or "it'll be too expensive", I'm saying that those arguments are surprisingly false even within the frame of liberalism. They pretend that it's impossible due to some cold accounting reality in order to deflect conversation away from the core idea, but this opposition is actually ideological too (it's just more of an uphill battle to defend keeping water in private hands than most other commodities).
As a matter of fact all neoliberal "theories" crumple under their own weight surprisingly fast (EU's flavor in ordoliberalism with it's 3% deficit to GDP and 60% debt to GDP ratios being dazzling examples of idiocy) so you might be onto something, perhaps it's because they're not the product of rigorous research but instead attempts to justify something that is already there ๐ค
I was a big bee (or maybe a normal sized bee but I felt big, maybe all bees do) gathering nectar from big yellow blobs with a human baby in each. I say gathering nectar, but I'm not entirely sure what I was doing, when I woke up it made me feel more like one of the big mechanical spiders tending to the pods in the Matrix. Woke up and suddenly felt really strange but it was very mundane in my bee head, didn't feel like a nightmare. I can't remember having another dream where I was not human/humanoid or a floating consciousness/3rd person, but an entirely different kind of being.
Had tons of technically weirder dreams (like the one where I was chased through the jungle by an unrelenting murderous bag of crisps that was so old and moldy that it became sentient and whose whole purpose was to kill me, before eventually getting saved by space faring people that brought me to a beautiful ivory cliffside city), but this one felt particularly weird as a departure from the usual and familiar insanity of my dreams.