Piss and Rings and Things

Gathered at a large school of sorts, I am among a group of volunteers cleaning up. Each room we walk in stinks of piss, namely because there are dogs throughout the building and they piss where they want to. Small dogs, big dogs, all dogs show no shame in their habits, nor any inclination to make change. We work from room to room with mops and brooms, hoping to clean the air of the sick sour smell. A few of us, after mopping and scrubbing, find our way to the very top floor. It can barely be seen from floor belows even though the space above the stairs is completely open - the ceiling does not make any appearance in the stairwell (front room) until the very top of the building. There are deep wood railings tracing the rambling of the steps and at the very top, this railing cordons the top floor. My interest is piqued when I notice a library on the top floor. I mention this to a friend, she decides to come with me, even though she cannot see the library. We work our way up the stairs, finally come to the top floor and it is a scene from king's quarters: dark wood and rich velvet, purples and reds. We walk through the area; it is in a circle shape, accounting for the entire building (round) ... there are gowns from centuries ago set up on busts, books alive in leather bound, beds - 4-posts. I pull a gown off of a bust and hold it to my body, it is a deep shade of plum and weighs much. It then that we notice men watching us, the "staff" - we have mistakenly stumbled into an area where we aren't supposed to be. The men give chase and we hustle to disappear, after haphazardly replacing the gown.
Later, when recovered from the scene, we are sitting with friends, one of whom is my cousin. She is excited to share with us the details of her wedding, and we listen closely, seeing her words. She then shows us her wedding ring that has just arrived: it is gold with a large opaque red stone. Oddly she is wearing it on her right hand, on her pinkie. We tel her that she should be wearing it on her ring finger, but she doesn't know which finger that is. One of the girls shows her, but when she places the ring on that finger, the stone breaks off. I pick up the stone and press it to the gold band, hoping it isn't truly split from it.