Dreams
Okay so about a few days back I had this dream:
I knew the Avengers and I totally tried to take them to the Huger Game premiere. Thor got embarrassed because I already bought him a ticket before I even thought about inviting the others. Green Arrow and Black Widow were dating; I know this because they were having a domestic when I showed up at their house. They didn't go but at the movie theatre, Mr. Gold/Rumpelstiltskin was there. He set the curtains on fire while showing off but he fixed them.
And Last night I had this Dream:
Out of all of the craziness of the dream I had last night (which is not limited to me applying for secretary at a call-girl office. That was crazy because I decided to back out and when I did the woman who ran it put a curse on me. A little mermaid boat ride, and something to do with the Titanic) I have to say BBC Mycroft Holmes bursting into my bedroom dressed as a stereotypical early 20th century Sherlock Holmes was the weirdest. Dear hat, plaid coat, magnifying glass, the works.
My dreamself knew it wasn't him; it knew it was Mycroft however it thought 'I'll play along since this is a dream anyways.' He patted my head and told me to go back to sleep; I responded by sleepily nodding and I ran finger's through his hair... which Mycroft gave me a priceless look. Come to find out, Sherlock was lost in the 20th Century so Mycroft was sent back in time to sub as that century's Sherlock while BBC John, Lestrade, and The Doctor (YES THE DOCTOR) looked for our Sherlock. It was hilarious to watch Mycroft throw out random Old Brit slang and over act in front of some people who hired 20th Century Sherlock. Of course I find out and chew Myrcoft out for all he's worth right as he and his 20th century employers were being arrested by 20th century Lestrade.
I think this is a sign to get off tumblr.
I knew the Avengers and I totally tried to take them to the Huger Game premiere. Thor got embarrassed because I already bought him a ticket before I even thought about inviting the others. Green Arrow and Black Widow were dating; I know this because they were having a domestic when I showed up at their house. They didn't go but at the movie theatre, Mr. Gold/Rumpelstiltskin was there. He set the curtains on fire while showing off but he fixed them.
And Last night I had this Dream:
Out of all of the craziness of the dream I had last night (which is not limited to me applying for secretary at a call-girl office. That was crazy because I decided to back out and when I did the woman who ran it put a curse on me. A little mermaid boat ride, and something to do with the Titanic) I have to say BBC Mycroft Holmes bursting into my bedroom dressed as a stereotypical early 20th century Sherlock Holmes was the weirdest. Dear hat, plaid coat, magnifying glass, the works.
My dreamself knew it wasn't him; it knew it was Mycroft however it thought 'I'll play along since this is a dream anyways.' He patted my head and told me to go back to sleep; I responded by sleepily nodding and I ran finger's through his hair... which Mycroft gave me a priceless look. Come to find out, Sherlock was lost in the 20th Century so Mycroft was sent back in time to sub as that century's Sherlock while BBC John, Lestrade, and The Doctor (YES THE DOCTOR) looked for our Sherlock. It was hilarious to watch Mycroft throw out random Old Brit slang and over act in front of some people who hired 20th Century Sherlock. Of course I find out and chew Myrcoft out for all he's worth right as he and his 20th century employers were being arrested by 20th century Lestrade.
I think this is a sign to get off tumblr.