It would seem to be a common theme of 'not quite being in control of things'. The poor crocodiles couldn't escape due to their tails in the sand, I needed to get behind the wheel of the car, and the Giant Jelly was obviously out of control. But I'm not really one for navel-gazing, I just find it quite funny. However I'd love to know why I'm dreaming like this lately. I haven't changed my diet at all. My mother used to drive my father batty with her weird dreams. Being Irish, she always tried to find a portent. He merely shrugged and asked her to dream the winner of the Grand National!
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