I then subsequently left the dancing part of dream and entered the title of being a consulting detective. Oh yes, I was Sherlock. I had a faithful Watson, who was a lady and profoundly quiet. Moriarty tracked my every move and it wasn't long before me and my companion were hiding behind the pillars in a museum. We raced through empty exhibitions and pranced around exotic fashion designs. We ran from a security guard at this point and hid. We managed to shake Moriarty and his minions away however it wasn't long before he caught up with us again. This time we were on a roof of a rather tall, skyscraper of a building. There was a helicopter circling above us and I received a phone call. I must point out though that at this point I have left a part out. Between the museum and the roof I was somehow back at school. Desperately trying to fade into unknown territory. I realised I had left my phone at the museum somehow and needed to get it. At this point I remember ditching school and racing on a motorbike with a group of us down a fancy looking highway. We were soon caught up but nevertheless I got my phone and escaped. Now we return to the roof. So Moriarty phoned me up and gave me another choice; he said I could either give him our car, give him my dad OR to quote, "If you're feeling generous, give me the car and yourself to kill". After giving it some thought I decided to go with the first option, content with the fact I knew I could persuade my dad to give away our old Fiesta.
The rest is history but one odd thing which should be mentioned is that I'm pretty sure I end up marrying Moriarty. But to be honest, considering the Moriarty in my dream was played by Andrew Scott for the majority of it, I have no objection at all.
“No one ever gets to me. And no one ever will.”
“I did.”
“You’ve come the closest, now you’re in my way.”
“Thank you.”
“Didn’t mean it as a compliment.”
“Yes, you did.”
“Yeah, okay I did. But the flirting’s over, Sherlock. Daddy’s had enough now.”
