Last night's dream was an unusual one because the only dream I remember is one that seems to have lasted the entire night. While I know that cannot be the case, still, it was odd. I dreamed that I was Watson on Elementary. Being Lucy Liu in my dreams was awesome - I mean, who wouldn't want to be Lucy Liu for just a bit? Anyway, in my dream, I was emotionally confused about Sherlock (of course played by Jonny Lee Miller).
The first part of the dream featured driving around in a little white truck that resembled a kei-tora (a very small truck popular in Asia where the motor is basically a motorcycle engine) and a golf cart. It was winter and it was cold. We were running errands and Sherlock was driving. For some reason I was in the left, back seat and the steering wheel was on the right side of the car. I meekly asked if I could come and sit next to Sherlock where I knew it would be warmer, but he told me that it was safer for me in the backseat in case of collision.
We were running errands, but I didn't know quite what for. Then, as if it were a TV show, I saw a flashback of when Sherlock was in England and he had been a teenager. He had been driving a lorry and while in the countryside, found an abandoned child. Feeling bad for the child, he had picked it up unconscious. When the child awoke, it turned into a hell-child and it was all he could do to defend himself from it. It had a razor on a string that it was very good at wielding. After a struggle, Sherlock managed to turn the blade on the child and it scalped him. All this struggle had happened while the truck was in motion. And after the razor cut the child, he fell by the wayside and Sherlock continued to drive away.
Flashforward back to my dream. Sherlock somehow knows that the child did not die, but is in fact in New York and looking for revenge. When the grown child appears, the top of his head is bald and scarred where the razor had cut off his scalp. He's hard to miss. Because I had strong feelings for Sherlock, I tried to fend off the hell-child. He was very strong. In the dream, I could do Charlie's Angels-like moves (Lucy was in that too!), but he bested me at every step. Eventually, I knew he was going to get to Sherlock. It was right at the moment of confrontation that I woke up.
Somewhere in the dream, I told Sherlock that I was moving in order to gauge how he felt about me. His disappointment was palpable even though he said nothing. My heart fluttered, but I still knew that he would make no move to stop me or let me know how he felt.
It was such an involved dream that it left me with a dream hangover. It cast a surreal pall on the day.
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