[Sherlock had taken a few sips of his Gatorade before drifting back to sleep within a few minutes of being woken up.
This time, he's alternating between a half-sleep and being awake. It's the perfect physiological state for dreaming, which he does. As with most of his dreams, they're mostly abstract with images here and there. His resting mind is filled with unending hallways with thousands of doors - each holding something he may or may not be willing to face in his waking life. Thoughts, fears, memories, and everything else in between.
He's just opening a door leading to a rather painful memory from a few months back when he hears Joan's voice. He doesn't jump this time, and instead turns to see a dream projection of Joan standing just behind him.
The hotel. Right. Time to wake up.
He stirs and stretches. He looks around the road lazily. There's more people driving around them now, but he assumes Joan would have noticed if they were being followed by any of them.]
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This time, he's alternating between a half-sleep and being awake. It's the perfect physiological state for dreaming, which he does. As with most of his dreams, they're mostly abstract with images here and there. His resting mind is filled with unending hallways with thousands of doors - each holding something he may or may not be willing to face in his waking life. Thoughts, fears, memories, and everything else in between.
He's just opening a door leading to a rather painful memory from a few months back when he hears Joan's voice. He doesn't jump this time, and instead turns to see a dream projection of Joan standing just behind him.
The hotel. Right. Time to wake up.
He stirs and stretches. He looks around the road lazily. There's more people driving around them now, but he assumes Joan would have noticed if they were being followed by any of them.]
Hotel. Yes, good.