Another Dream

To add to my dream that I wrote about yesterday, I shall write about a dream that I had sometime in the wee hours of morning.

I was driving. Mind, I haven't driven since sometime over the summer, so this was particularly titillating. I think that I was driving a SUV. My destination is a mall. I can see it in my mind. To arrive at this mall I'm driving through a wooded neighborhood, where shafts of sunlight are shining down through leaves and branches onto the street and the humble houses. I'm alone driving on this road. Suddenly I see an orange, and then another, lying on the road. I drive past them and discover more oranges on the road, in clumps. I keep driving. I see more and more oranges, until finally, the entire street is a sea of oranges. I drive through them, squishing many and smelling the aroma in the air.

Did oranges mean anything to Freud?