I dreamt that a stone wall was built around my right hand. This was a punishment of sorts for some crime I had committed. I was given a stone to hold in the palm of my hand, and then a couple of masons covered it with stones. The wall rose quickly, and then the masons disappeared. I was left alone. My wrist sunk in the wall, I could hardly move. Pulling my hand out of it was out of the question. The wall was too tall for me to try to pull stones down from the top so as to free my hand. It was too thick for me to push over, as well. As hours ticked away, I got ever more concerned about my predicament. And then three different endings presented themselves one after another. First a fellow with a pointed steel helmet and a heavy sword came along. Without a word, he chopped my hand off just above the wrist. Good at his trade, very little was left sticking out of the wall. The stump was so numb by this time that did not hurt me much. Before he left, the fellow told me to find an old lady in the neighboring village who would know how to take care of my wound. Then I saw a pile of dry bones under the wall, and the bones of my arm up to the elbow still sticking out of it. Last I saw the masons return and start pulling down the stones above my trapped hand. My punishment was only a warning, after all. They were moving fast, but I woke up before they managed to free me. As it turned out, I was clutching onto the left hand of my beloved, who was still asleep next to me.