I had a dream last night that I was at an event, stadium seating, and the people were not wearing masks, except for one small group of people several rows back. I was up in front, eating face masts; conscious of the fact that they weren't meant to be eaten, they also did not taste good. The closest thing I can relate this to would be to chewing on plastic straws or pen lids or something. I was also trying not to let the people in the back see me eat the masts. So, okay Jungians, what does this one mean?
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