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Note to self:
Apr. 11th, 2012 09:43 pmReading 3 different BDSM fics in a day, one immediately before going to bed, leads to very strange dreams.
Exhibit A: the dream where John Watson made a sex toy out of a grey, cuddly dinosaur robot (yeah, I don't get it either, but that's what it was) by basically disecting it and then rebuilding it into something very abstract because dom!Sherlock told John to impress him with his ingenuity.
Exhibit B: the dream where I had to clear the garden of the house I (don't actually) live in, but be absolutely sure to get back inside and lock all the doors before sunset because I'd been ordered to host the annual werewolf orgy. That one got... a little disturbing. (Yes, more disturbing than the one above.)
Exhibit C: the dream where Moriarty had a nephew who broke his orders that started with the nephew tied to a chair and delaying his torture by getting Moriarty to critique all his life choices, followed by him somehow escaping the chair, braining Moriarty on the door frame and then shooting himself as the only way out. (Yes, technically that doesn't involve BDSM, but I'm blaming the fic for it anyway because it was really, really unpleasant and I had been reading Sherlock fic.)
The fact that I was coming down with a cold yesterday may also have contributed to (a) the weirdness and (b) my waking often enough to remember all these messedup things from my subconscious. Gah.
Exhibit A: the dream where John Watson made a sex toy out of a grey, cuddly dinosaur robot (yeah, I don't get it either, but that's what it was) by basically disecting it and then rebuilding it into something very abstract because dom!Sherlock told John to impress him with his ingenuity.
Exhibit B: the dream where I had to clear the garden of the house I (don't actually) live in, but be absolutely sure to get back inside and lock all the doors before sunset because I'd been ordered to host the annual werewolf orgy. That one got... a little disturbing. (Yes, more disturbing than the one above.)
Exhibit C: the dream where Moriarty had a nephew who broke his orders that started with the nephew tied to a chair and delaying his torture by getting Moriarty to critique all his life choices, followed by him somehow escaping the chair, braining Moriarty on the door frame and then shooting himself as the only way out. (Yes, technically that doesn't involve BDSM, but I'm blaming the fic for it anyway because it was really, really unpleasant and I had been reading Sherlock fic.)
The fact that I was coming down with a cold yesterday may also have contributed to (a) the weirdness and (b) my waking often enough to remember all these messedup things from my subconscious. Gah.