MastaJAG

I don't remember anything except for looking at my hands and I was missing both middle fingers.
I started rubbing my hands together but I started losing the dream, and I could feel myself lying in bed, so I woke up.

On second thought, my dream later consisted of me and some friends on a back porch in the middle of the woods. The animals running around we knew as Gods, and some adventures led us to transform to our own animals. I don't recall too much of this.

A later dream again included me and a few friends walking around a German festival as little kids. There were little games that entailed knocking over wooden figurines with a catapult launched ball from an airplane figurine. It was very crowded and for some reason my posse and I decided to walk up to one of the men running a little booth. I motioned for beer, and asked very innocently, "Bier?" He stared at me he and his friends broke out into laughter, except for one man who punched the booth manager across the face. I'm shady about the rest of the dream, except for my group later pinned the guy that threw the punch to the ground.