Yeah. I know. It's been forever since I've posted. I kinda forgot about this, to be honest. But last night's dreams were so awesome that they just HAD to be written down (typed?).
Dream 1: I'm at a play or something. It takes place in an auditorium. I'm onstage, tied to a chair. Moriarty comes up and says I'm not dressed for the occasion. He makes me change into a slinky dress right in front of him. Sherlock shows up and saves the day. Unfortunately we didn't ride off into the sunset together. He's not like that. Instead, he said "well done" and walked away.
Dream 2: I'm in the parking lot at work, when I notice screaming from the gutters. I start to crawl in but Watson stops me. Apparently Sherlock is already in the process of investigating the noises. I see him out by the flagpole and decide to follow him. He knows I'm there, but ignores me.
That's really all I can remember. For certain though, Benedict Cumberbatch is hot.