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elabyI had another Holmes dream the other night, of similar ilk (though somewhat stranger) to the last one. It was strange, too, because I had a rather horrific dream right before it, and it was like my brain went "Whoops, that one was too much! Here, have this to make up for it."
Short note for those unfamiliar with my weirdo phobias: I'm afraid of dead people. For my entire life I've had dreams involving corpses (but not zombies, usually! My dream-corpses stay dead. That's interesting. They horrify me, nonetheless). In this dream,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
caitirin and I were picking my mother up at the hospital she works at, only (as is usual with my dreams) it wasn't the hospital she actually works at, but a different one. It was massive, like a giant several-acre complex. We parked and went inside and found her, and she was heading to the bathroom before she left, so she told us to meet her at the car. We somehow got lost and ended up in this giant stadium-sized room full of - you guessed it - dead bodies. The first thing I saw was a grate in the floor, through which I caught a glimpse of bodies laid out on tables. I went "!!!!! That must be the morgue, omg, don't look" so I looked up instead and saw that the floor of the entire gigantic room we were in was also lined with corpses, in various states of putrefaction. And they smelled awful, as I would imagine they might, a combination of rotting flesh and chemicals. I don't know why I didn't just go out the way I came, but instead I ran through the room with caitirin, thinking that if I could get through the room, we'd get outside and be at the car. I was in one of those weird dream-states where my mental state was just totally wiggy and I was kind of afraid I'd lose my marbles.
Anyway, some time after this (I remembered both dreams after I woke up, so I'm not sure if there was any transition) I dreamed something that made little sense and involved rocket ships. But the good part was that there was yet another Russian Sherlock Holmes movie I hadn't seen, and this time it had subtitles. I think it was in Russian, but I remember being kind of skeptical about the way it sounded. Either way, I couldn't understand what they were saying, but considering the content, it didn't really matter.
Holmes and Watson were in bed. (I know; my subconscious is apparently more interested in their physical relationship than I am ^^;;) There was also another couple in the bed with them, a man and a woman, and they were all friends but they weren't having a four-way; each was just interested in their partner and they happened to be... sharing a bed? I don't know. They were also all clothed, though Holmes and Watson were only in their shirtsleeves (scandalous!) They were all just kind of happily hanging out and cuddling. Holmes was sort of sitting up against the headboard and Watson was all nestled on his chest and it was generally adorable.
My subconscious is rather chaste after all, isn't it? Anyway, I remembered the good dream shortly after waking up and convincing myself that obviously my apartment couldn't have any actual dead people in it, and it was such a lovely thought that I didn't even have to wakecaitirin up, though she told me I should have later. She always does; she's such a wonderful wife.
Short note for those unfamiliar with my weirdo phobias: I'm afraid of dead people. For my entire life I've had dreams involving corpses (but not zombies, usually! My dream-corpses stay dead. That's interesting. They horrify me, nonetheless). In this dream,
caitirin and I were picking my mother up at the hospital she works at, only (as is usual with my dreams) it wasn't the hospital she actually works at, but a different one. It was massive, like a giant several-acre complex. We parked and went inside and found her, and she was heading to the bathroom before she left, so she told us to meet her at the car. We somehow got lost and ended up in this giant stadium-sized room full of - you guessed it - dead bodies. The first thing I saw was a grate in the floor, through which I caught a glimpse of bodies laid out on tables. I went "!!!!! That must be the morgue, omg, don't look" so I looked up instead and saw that the floor of the entire gigantic room we were in was also lined with corpses, in various states of putrefaction. And they smelled awful, as I would imagine they might, a combination of rotting flesh and chemicals. I don't know why I didn't just go out the way I came, but instead I ran through the room with caitirin, thinking that if I could get through the room, we'd get outside and be at the car. I was in one of those weird dream-states where my mental state was just totally wiggy and I was kind of afraid I'd lose my marbles.Anyway, some time after this (I remembered both dreams after I woke up, so I'm not sure if there was any transition) I dreamed something that made little sense and involved rocket ships. But the good part was that there was yet another Russian Sherlock Holmes movie I hadn't seen, and this time it had subtitles. I think it was in Russian, but I remember being kind of skeptical about the way it sounded. Either way, I couldn't understand what they were saying, but considering the content, it didn't really matter.
Holmes and Watson were in bed. (I know; my subconscious is apparently more interested in their physical relationship than I am ^^;;) There was also another couple in the bed with them, a man and a woman, and they were all friends but they weren't having a four-way; each was just interested in their partner and they happened to be... sharing a bed? I don't know. They were also all clothed, though Holmes and Watson were only in their shirtsleeves (scandalous!) They were all just kind of happily hanging out and cuddling. Holmes was sort of sitting up against the headboard and Watson was all nestled on his chest and it was generally adorable.
My subconscious is rather chaste after all, isn't it? Anyway, I remembered the good dream shortly after waking up and convincing myself that obviously my apartment couldn't have any actual dead people in it, and it was such a lovely thought that I didn't even have to wake
caitirin up, though she told me I should have later. She always does; she's such a wonderful wife.
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Date: 2009-04-20 03:17 am (UTC)Sorry about the nightmares :( *sends hugs*
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Date: 2009-04-20 10:06 pm (UTC)Oh my gosh, I don't know, but it's so TRUE. I'm sure you're right about the clothes they're not wearing. Running about in one's shirtsleeves is like going out in your underwear today, I guess!
*hugs* Thank you. It was crappy, but I was pleased to be rewarded with something nice afterwards!
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Date: 2009-04-20 07:04 am (UTC)Also, I'm not sure I would consider fear of dead bodies a "weirdo" phobia. Granted, they can't hurt you but no one likes being faced with mortality do they?
Glad your lovely Holmes dream made up for the horrible one.
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Date: 2009-04-20 10:08 pm (UTC)Did Holmes have his collar popped up the way he does in the first ep?
Sadly, I can't remember exactly what either of them were wearing, except that Holmes might have had a red waistcoat. Which would be like things he's worn in the movies. I love his collar in that episode, too! So adorable!
Also, I'm not sure I would consider fear of dead bodies a "weirdo" phobia. Granted, they can't hurt you but no one likes being faced with mortality do they?
Thank you :) That makes sense. It's almost never anyone I know, either, which I suppose I should be thankful for.
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Date: 2009-04-20 09:51 pm (UTC)You are so cute with your men in shirtsleeves and your chaste subconscious. *huggles* I'm glad that you're having fandom!dreams. That's always pleasant, and I wish I'd have more of them.
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Date: 2009-04-20 10:10 pm (UTC)I want more fandom dreams too XD Especially of fandoms I love so very much. And I want you to have some!
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Date: 2009-04-21 06:13 pm (UTC)Fandom dreams are the best. :)
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Date: 2009-04-21 09:27 pm (UTC)