I had a sort of funny dream where I was working on a space station or something, and part of my job was to get these big tubes (like big enough that a person could pass through them) to join together. And when I got back to earth I realized that the end of my dick had been chopped off (I had the end in my pocket, I think). I wondered how that had happened. Maybe it had gotten caught between the edges of the tubes when I was doing that one time? I seemed to be getting on okay without it, but decided that I might miss it later, and if there were any chance to reattach it that needed to happen ASAP. So I called my doctor, which in order to do that I first had to remember her name, which I did, but then it was Saturday and her office was closed, so I had to leave a voicemail, or maybe it was an e-mail. And then some other random dreamy stuff happened for a while, and then when Monday came around I checked again and my penis was fine, but then I got a return call from the doctor, which was like a VR in-person visit, because she was sitting in the room with me, and I had to be like "uhh actually nevermind, the end is not chopped off after all." And she smiled at me as if to say "yeah this happens a lot" and then left.