For the first time, my dream last night featured me as a handicapped person.  For a couple of years now, my dreams have often acknowledged that something dreadful is going on, but in them, I had still been walking around and doing stuff.  I was still my old self. I spent last night trying to negotiate some problem out on an icy road while stuck in my electric wheelchair. I don’t put much stock in dreams, but I guess that my brain is catching up with reality.  It’s not handling it well right now.