You've just reminded me: I recently had a dream that I was John, and fell asleep sitting on the sofa with Sherlock's arm around me, and then woke up to discover dusk had fallen and the room was dark but Sherlock was still there, same position; tapping slowly away at his laptop with his left hand, light from the screen illuminating a scowl on his face; clearly in a very bad mood.
John: what?
Sherlock: I cannot feel most of my thumb and forefinger on my right hand. It was tingling and then painful and now absolutely numb. Your incredibly heavy head has been crushing my radial nerve for hours, you selfish--
John, sleep-drunk but blinking, taken aback: W-why didn't you move it then?
Sherlock, with an irritated sniff: Of course I wouldn't move it.
John: oh
...and then I woke up. Brief, odd, and anatomically incorrect, but quite enjoyable as dreams go!
Aww! How adorably grumpy and in-character. I rarely dream about my characters, though occasionally I used to dream I was getting spooned by Fraser, which was very comforting.
I've been thinking about you as part of a long chain of those kinds of thoughts you get when you have kids and they remind you that the life cycle is moving on, because I look at my kidlet and wonder: how much older than that were you when I was reading your Voyager stories? And then I have to go scream and sign up for a spot in the nursing home.
I am so glad to see you say this, not just that you dreamed you slept, but that it was doubly restful! It happened to me once years ago and that was my exact feeling as well. I dreamed that I was sleeping and it was doubly restful, PLUS, in the dream I had that bonus conscious feeling of reveling in the fact that you're comfy and snuggly and sleep and isn't is so nice?
When I had a newish baby, I was hanging out on an online bulletin board with a lot of other new moms, and we would make these posts about the epic naps we would like to take, all detailed and sensual -- and someone pointed out that we were basically writing sleep porn.
!!! I experienced the same thing right now (dozed off on an afternoon nap), and in my dream, I was not only sleeping, but woken by a puppy licking my hand. Awww. (and I my dream-dream -- before sleep-waking -- I dreamt it was my beloved late puppy too, sigh.) It was very warm and sunny. (Can I go back to sleep-sleep, please?)
When my childhood cat died, I dreamed I fel thim leap onto the bed, walk across the foot of it, and leap off again. Like he'd just come to say goodbye, and now he had places to be.
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Date: 6/8/11 09:53 pm (UTC)You've just reminded me: I recently had a dream that I was John, and fell asleep sitting on the sofa with Sherlock's arm around me, and then woke up to discover dusk had fallen and the room was dark but Sherlock was still there, same position; tapping slowly away at his laptop with his left hand, light from the screen illuminating a scowl on his face; clearly in a very bad mood.
John: what?
Sherlock: I cannot feel most of my thumb and forefinger on my right hand. It was tingling and then painful and now absolutely numb. Your incredibly heavy head has been crushing my radial nerve for hours, you selfish--
John, sleep-drunk but blinking, taken aback: W-why didn't you move it then?
Sherlock, with an irritated sniff: Of course I wouldn't move it.
John: oh
...and then I woke up. Brief, odd, and anatomically incorrect, but quite enjoyable as dreams go!
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Date: 6/8/11 10:00 pm (UTC)I've been thinking about you as part of a long chain of those kinds of thoughts you get when you have kids and they remind you that the life cycle is moving on, because I look at my kidlet and wonder: how much older than that were you when I was reading your Voyager stories? And then I have to go scream and sign up for a spot in the nursing home.
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Date: 6/8/11 10:44 pm (UTC)*still doesn't feel like a grown-up most days*
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Date: 6/9/11 12:12 am (UTC)Yes. Wish it had happened more than once.
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Date: 6/10/11 03:17 am (UTC)When my childhood cat died, I dreamed I fel thim leap onto the bed, walk across the foot of it, and leap off again. Like he'd just come to say goodbye, and now he had places to be.