mjj (flemmings) wrote,

I am Sherlocked

Clearly channeling spiritus mundi, I dream Benedict Cumberbatch's Sherlock, a bunch of Lou Reed-inspired louche thin types (mostly in black clothes including pale blond boy all bony angles, possibly not human, possibly David Bowie) and fuse both influences in an Irene Adler figure, also pale, blond, and bony, and for most of the dream naked, making amorous advances to me. Me: 'Sorry, I have a lunch shift.' And left her to the pale blond boy who'd been growling at her, 'Are you gonna do this slag or do you have time for me?'

(Reed I knew about, obviously; Sherlock I did not.)
Tags: dreams, holmes, verse

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