I was on a road trip with my family to my Uncle Brad and Aunt Roseann's giant villa in the countryside. (They do not have a giant villa. But in my dream it was really amazing and lush and floral, etc.)
In the process of traveling to/being at my aunt and uncles' villa, I somehow managed to grow two extra fingers on my right hand, between my ring finger and pinky finger. They were both the size of my ring finger and one was slightly on top of the other, and I could freely move all seven fingers at will.
This is not what my hand looked like at all, actually. I couldn't find an accurate representation on Google Images. Plus, this hand has six fingers. Mine had seven.
I notified my mother that I had grown two extra fingers, and soon there was a blonde nurse telling me she had to cut my two extra fingers off.
For some reason, the nurse refused to give me any kind of pain killers or anesthesia before the procedure, so I kept chickening out. (Can you blame me?)
Finally, after flaking out several times and being told nonsensical reasons why I couldn't have painkillers before the finger-slicing-off commenced, I went into my mom's car and popped a ton of pills, blacked out, and when I woke up there were two little pink ovals where my fingers used to be.
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