I must admit to having strange dreams at the moment, one of them being in an open-topped sixties aquamarine-coloured car (think it was a Nissan, but will wait til the vintage car season opens again and I will take a closer look). I was also at a gathering at a manor house (a Colonialist dream home, all set with balustrades and Capability Brown gardens), where I met some friends, one of whom fell in the ornamental pond. Again, it was another sixties setting, not sure why I am on a retro kick at the moment (I blame it on watching The Ipcress File a couple of days ago). All I know is that I felt really at peace in these dreams, a real sense of freedom.
I'm sure that Freud would have a field day :-)