I keep dreaming about being incapable of lifting my arms or legs. Last night I dreamt I was walking about the city, searching or questing for ... something. I never really did figure it out, but I was hunting for something. Maybe treasure.
I stopped and got a strawberry lemonade at a walk-up restaurant; my purse was slung over my shoulder, across my chest. I tried to lift it over my head so I could reach my wallet, and I couldn't lift my own arm above shoulder-height.
It was maddening to me, this inability to lift my arms. It made me feel weak and helpless, which is intolerable to me.
I think I've found a new deepest fear.