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ysobelI could turn both hands palm-up -- and I knew that was changed, knew that I hadn't been able to do that with my left hand, and was awed and thrilled. (IRL my left hand is palm-down and doesn't turn; right hand can twist between palm-down and palm-in but can't get as far as palm-up.)
I was also getting a tattoo, and I had no idea what I wanted, and the tattoo artist wanted to do ... words, like four lines of some sort of verse that she painted on my chest with washable marker but the words didn't make sense and anyway I didn't want words, I wanted an image, maybe a vine with music notes for flowers, or if I had to do words I was trying to remember how to spell the transliterated Hebrew from Chichester Psalms (Adonai ro-i, lo eḥsar. / Bin'ot deshe yarbitseini, / Al mei m'nuḥot y'nahaleini) and wishing I had the actual Hebrew for it.
Except part of the deal with getting a tattoo was that I had to state aloud the medical risk factors -- not for tattoos in general, but for my condition, and even in retrospect it was fairly accurate ("it could trigger a FOP flareup that could end up fusing the remaining joints, like my fingers and jaw") and also enough to make me reconsider.
And then there was a different scene, and I was in a minivan with my family, and somehow I ended up driving my chair out of the passenger door (this is not actually possible IRL, especially since in the dream there was somehow the normal passenger seat there too) and somehow I decided that it would be a good idea to run away, or at least go to where we were supposed to meet someone for something, only I ended up getting seriously lost, and then there was a pool type thing that I drove into (but in dream logic I can tread water with my legs strongly enough to keep the chair off the bottom and also move towards the steps; and also, it didn't short out any parts of the chair's electronics) so I had to wander around for longer so that I would dry off enough that people wouldn't notice that I was wet.
I was also getting a tattoo, and I had no idea what I wanted, and the tattoo artist wanted to do ... words, like four lines of some sort of verse that she painted on my chest with washable marker but the words didn't make sense and anyway I didn't want words, I wanted an image, maybe a vine with music notes for flowers, or if I had to do words I was trying to remember how to spell the transliterated Hebrew from Chichester Psalms (Adonai ro-i, lo eḥsar. / Bin'ot deshe yarbitseini, / Al mei m'nuḥot y'nahaleini) and wishing I had the actual Hebrew for it.
Except part of the deal with getting a tattoo was that I had to state aloud the medical risk factors -- not for tattoos in general, but for my condition, and even in retrospect it was fairly accurate ("it could trigger a FOP flareup that could end up fusing the remaining joints, like my fingers and jaw") and also enough to make me reconsider.
And then there was a different scene, and I was in a minivan with my family, and somehow I ended up driving my chair out of the passenger door (this is not actually possible IRL, especially since in the dream there was somehow the normal passenger seat there too) and somehow I decided that it would be a good idea to run away, or at least go to where we were supposed to meet someone for something, only I ended up getting seriously lost, and then there was a pool type thing that I drove into (but in dream logic I can tread water with my legs strongly enough to keep the chair off the bottom and also move towards the steps; and also, it didn't short out any parts of the chair's electronics) so I had to wander around for longer so that I would dry off enough that people wouldn't notice that I was wet.