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It's elementary, my dear dream logic
Sep. 9th, 2010 08:45 pmI was Sherlock Holmes, invited one evening to an extravagant party in a lavishly-decorated room. I was speaking to a well-dressed older gentleman who turned away to speak to others after saying a few words to me, and I turned away myself as that conversation was over.
Someone was watching the gentleman who no longer held my attention, the viewer unseen behind a slit in the high bar counter. Suddenly a dagger flew from that location, but I only saw the aftermath as the gentleman fell dead with the blade through the back of his skull.
People backed off, shrieked, what have you, and after a quick confirmation by Watson that the man was indeed dead, I tried to ascertain what had happened. In theory, everyone on my side of the room with a clear line of sight to the body was a suspect, but to do such a deed would have risked someone seeing.
Then I woke up... tried to figure out what time period the dream was supposed to be set in... and eventually fell back to sleep. I think I dreamed other things before the main concept of this dream returned.
It was now most definitely modern times and daylight, and I was returning to the apartment building where the party had been held. But instead of some lavish establishment, this turned out to be a converted indoor shopping area. I knew the person who owned the room where the party had taken place, and I recognized a poster that belonged to her in a locked glass display area on one side of the hall. It seems that because she owned the apartment that would have been the shop with access to that display, she could unlock it and put whatever she wanted in there.
This person was a friend, and I think her identity had trouble sticking with one likeness, but at least at first she was my real-life friend Saphiroko. (Yeah, I'm still Sherlock Holmes. Sense this makes not.) She met me in the hall, I made a warm remark about the use of the display, and she let me into the room.
It was completely empty, all the furnishings from the party completely gone and even the ceiling looked like it had been stripped back to plaster that had a lot of inch-round holes in it for some reason, spaced a few feet apart at intervals. The stark change distressed me, for it would be nearly impossible to gather evidence or test theories now.
Dream logic failed badly in this section, as I stated that I remembered the bar being in one location, a fireplace being next to it, and as I looked around some more, the fireplace was suddenly there, but in the wrong location (and I said as much). Then I questioned the validity of my memory, and yet still I was falling upon the theory that the bar counter would have been roughly where the knife could have come from.
Then I woke up.
Someone was watching the gentleman who no longer held my attention, the viewer unseen behind a slit in the high bar counter. Suddenly a dagger flew from that location, but I only saw the aftermath as the gentleman fell dead with the blade through the back of his skull.
People backed off, shrieked, what have you, and after a quick confirmation by Watson that the man was indeed dead, I tried to ascertain what had happened. In theory, everyone on my side of the room with a clear line of sight to the body was a suspect, but to do such a deed would have risked someone seeing.
Then I woke up... tried to figure out what time period the dream was supposed to be set in... and eventually fell back to sleep. I think I dreamed other things before the main concept of this dream returned.
It was now most definitely modern times and daylight, and I was returning to the apartment building where the party had been held. But instead of some lavish establishment, this turned out to be a converted indoor shopping area. I knew the person who owned the room where the party had taken place, and I recognized a poster that belonged to her in a locked glass display area on one side of the hall. It seems that because she owned the apartment that would have been the shop with access to that display, she could unlock it and put whatever she wanted in there.
This person was a friend, and I think her identity had trouble sticking with one likeness, but at least at first she was my real-life friend Saphiroko. (Yeah, I'm still Sherlock Holmes. Sense this makes not.) She met me in the hall, I made a warm remark about the use of the display, and she let me into the room.
It was completely empty, all the furnishings from the party completely gone and even the ceiling looked like it had been stripped back to plaster that had a lot of inch-round holes in it for some reason, spaced a few feet apart at intervals. The stark change distressed me, for it would be nearly impossible to gather evidence or test theories now.
Dream logic failed badly in this section, as I stated that I remembered the bar being in one location, a fireplace being next to it, and as I looked around some more, the fireplace was suddenly there, but in the wrong location (and I said as much). Then I questioned the validity of my memory, and yet still I was falling upon the theory that the bar counter would have been roughly where the knife could have come from.
Then I woke up.
