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Interpretation for "Car" (0.78%)

There is an itch that is becoming a pain in the ass to deal with at the moment, you need to take action and resolve it, before it becomes unbearable. The context surrounding the car such as type, model, year, condition etc. may also have an influence into the symbolic meaning behind having a car in your dream..

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