Last night I dreamt I was roaming around campus with a few of my friends. The choral group I belong to in waking life was about to hold a concert. As we were putting on our uniforms, I felt something snag at my ring finger but I didn't think much about it because the performance was soon. When the concert was over, I took off my uniform and my crush from waking life pointed out that the end joint of my ring finger was holding on to the rest of my hand by only a few fibers. He recommended that I go to the nurse.

My crush led me down several flights of stairs until we reached the basement. The basement was musty and the floor was covered with old clothes. I was sort of scared and I held tight to my crush's arm for comfort. When the nurse and her assistant appeared, my crush told me that he had stuff to do and went back upstairs. The nurse looked at my finger and told me that it wouldn't stay on naturally unless she sewed it back. She warned me that the procedure would hurt a great deal. This made me feel even worse and I wondered what was so important that my crush would leave me in such a state.

The nurse led me to a chair and made me sit in reverse (my stomach facing the back of the chair). Then she had her assistant hold me down. She attached some thin black string to her needle and went to work. Every minute was painful, but I wanted my ring finger back so much. The procedure was a success. The nurse smiled and told me to go have some fun. I went back upstairs to meet my crush and the rest of my friends.