Last night's dream (from which I'm not long woken) had me in a spinal rehab unit, not one for spinal cord injuries, but for people with long term back problems; which ISTR meant a few surprised reactions to my chair, though I wasn't consistently in it, which is true to life. The usual confused warren of a building that has been evolving through 60 years of the NHS, without actually seeming decrepit or familiar. I started out with a friend from uni, who on waking reflection has had back problems herself, but later she segued into a younger male, who may well have been someone I worked with 20 years ago, his first name came quickly, but it's taken me until writing this sentence to remember his surname - Batherstock. Unfortunately I let him seduce me into ducking out to the pub, so I never found out what treatment my subconscious thought I was there for.

It's fairly obvious why I would get a dream on back problems, but I don't actually recall ever having had one before, and my back has been an issue for 28 years as of a fortnight ago. I've had dreams where I'm disabled, but that's the first one I remember that's specifically about the disability. I have been giving idle thought about raising something with my GP, but more on the 'hey, this is a thing' front, not 'help, this is a problem,' and I've been noodling it for six months plus, so neither new nor urgent enough to provoke an anxiety dream - and it was a dream where I felt comfortable, not anxious.

Maybe it's all the Paralympics I've been watching.

Good luck with the move, and yay for a secure home!