To dream that you are unable to move, because you are stuck somewhere, shows some situation in your life or relationships that youve got yourself into, that doesnt let you be yourself. Perhaps you are suffering from stagnation.
Dream dictionary: cant move stuck dream meanings
If you are stuck somewhere and cant move, it shows that you feel helpless in some phase of your waking life. You should consider why you are feeling this way. Sometimes the people who live in the routine have these kind of dreams, which is very normal, because their lives are boring and they do not know how to change it.
The freeway in dreams indicates the way people go from one point to another. The freeway might also indicate the things that already happened in your life and you are unable to forget or the future which you are dreaming about and have some plane to fulfill it. If you find yourself being stuck in some freeway, it means that at some point of your life you are unable to move. If you do not find the way out of this path, the dream shows that you are feeling lost in some kind of situation. If you took the wrong way from your freeway, then such dream means that you accidently will put yourself in unpleasant situation.
The path in dreams indicates the way people go from one point to another. The path might also indicate the things that already happened in your life and you are unable to forget or the future which you are dreaming about and have some plane to fulfill it. If you find yourself being stuck in some path, it means that at some point of your life you are unable to move. If you do not find the way out of this path, the dream shows that you are feeling lost in some kind of situation. If you took the wrong way from your path, then such dream means that you accidently will put yourself in unpleasant situation.
When we dream that danger grips us and we stay still without being able to react, then it shows that we are stuck in current situation, whether material or spiritual, and we cannot move forward.
…and on coming to myself the garden had vanished, and I found that I was well, it took me a long time to make out what I was, but I at length discovered that I was a pair of high-heeled boots, and that I had on the top of me a pair of feet red-hot, perspiring feet that chafed my skin, squashed me in all my most tender parts, and dragged me with them over sharp, jagged stones, hot asphalt pavements the smell of which made me retch and vomit dusty roads that blinded me, and tarry roads that stuck together my lips and eyelids. The torments of purgatory are not to be compared with those I was now compelled to undergo. Whenever I endeavoured to halt, the toe-nails stabbed me in the stomach, the ankle bones prodded my ribs, and the heels came down…