Oh the weirdest of dreams last night, arising from unknown depths. I moved my car from a parking space and somehow manoevered it into another space, by which time it had become a white van and was axle deep in oranges. I was pleased with my efforts, but when I returned to my vehicle to go home, I realised that I was completely stuck.
This is a fragment of a larger dream which was emotionally charged and vivid, the emotional vestiges of which remained with me all day. I tried to understand it in terms of being stuck in a jam - which might have worked if I was axle deep in strawberries, for example, but being stuck in marmalade seemed a bit strange.
A little quirkiness...
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