Bedding Sherlock

Date: 7/29/2018

Ok so I wake up lucid and confused in a house that is decorated as if it was Victorian. I'm in a lounge area? There were multiple in the house but all had intricate names. I got up and went to the hallway. I met a pale man with long ish black curly hair that flicked upward around his neck. Another man, shorter with clean cut ginger hair and side burns. He wore a green felt jacket and had a bowler hat on. He was the same height as me and had a girl who was taller than him, with curled hair and a corset dress on beside him. They introduced themselves but acted as if I already know them well. The tall man was Sherlock and I forgot what the other two said but I could guess that the guy was Watson and I think he had a gf/wife called Mary? Don't know don't care cause they said they were off to bed leaving me and Sherlock on our own. I think ok this is great, kinda wanna have sex with you soooo. "I guess you'll have to sleep in my room" he said it without emotion, visible emotion anyways, if anything I bet he didn't want a girl to share his bed. We turn into his room and he casually takes off his shirt. I keep it cool and slip out of my t-shirt keeping my bra on. He looks at me for a second before heading to bed, his trousers still on. Hmm I decide to take my trousers off leaving me in my underwear, it's uncomfortable wearing jeans to bed anyway but I wanted me to be more accessible if he wanted to do anything. I got under the sheets next to him, it was a double or a queen so we had plenty of room. The sheets were satin and a deep purplish red. This doesn't seem like a bed for a straight faced probably asexual man. There was a TV playing the radio on the wall. I sat up on my knees facing him, legs thighs open. I slowly lean over him to reach for a remote to turn down the TV. I'm not sure but I think I brushed across his bare stomach on the way back. The music was chilled and I don't know but I started kissing him, he was kissing back which was good. He in my eyes was a bad kisser, but then he says once I break away that I wasn't opening my mouth enough. Boy. I'm not trying to eat you that's a little later. I take my bra off and fling it somewhere, I straddle him and start kissing from his jaw to his collar bone. We both start trying to unbutton his trousers. I let him do it but he's so flustered and frustrated he was taking AGES. I gently took his hand and placed it palm to palm with mine and pushed it down onto the bed. Then with one hand I trickily release the button. At this point I'm softly grinding. I soooo want this. I slide my hips further up his body, lean back and play with my boobs. He doesn't take this as a sign that he can get his clothes off now cause I'm not sitting on his lap. He just sort of stares. One of his arms reaches out to grab my thigh, maybe my ass who knows. Mary and Watson appear in the doorway, I think they may have just had sex. I squeak and throw the sheets around me and poke my head out at them. Sherlock as always is still with little expression. I stay silent out of embarrassment, Sherlock is silent out of him being Sherlock so Watson decides to speak up. He tells us he's going out with Mary for a while. Mary says "have fun you two" and they disappear. I glance back at Sherlock, he's still a stone. I relax a little and tug his trousers down past the important area. I'm lucid, I'm horny, Sherlock sorry man it's happening until you say otherwise. I sit back onto his hips, he has at least a semi I can feel through our underwear. I run his hands along my hips and to my breasts where I pin them there. I'm moving my pelvis, he squeezes a little and it's all over. I want panties off now. I want him in me RIGHT now. Then for some reason I'm humping a pillow fondling myself and Sherlock comes in from the hallway. I stop immediately, my whole face as red as the blankets. I cross my arms over my chest in embarrassment and close my eyes.

AI generated interpretation This dream is a complex and highly symbolic one that reflects a mixture of sexual desire, power dynamics, and a desire for connection and intimacy. The setting of a Victorian-era house with intricate names for different rooms suggests a sense of nostalgia or longing for a bygone era, where social norms and expectations were different. The presence of Sherlock Holmes, Watson, and Mary in the dream could represent different aspects of your own psyche. Sherlock may symbolize logic, reason, and intelligence, while Watson could represent friendship, loyalty, and support. Mary, as the female figure, could symbolize femininity, compassion, and emotional understanding. The sexual tension between you and Sherlock in the dream may reflect a desire for intimacy, passion, and connection with someone who may seem stoic or unemotional on the surface. The act of undressing and engaging in sexual activities with Sherlock could symbolize a desire for closeness and intimacy, as well as a desire to break down barriers or walls that may exist between you and others in waking life. The interruption by Watson and Mary in the dream could represent feelings of guilt, shame, or embarrassment about your desires or actions. It may also symbolize external or internal conflicts regarding your sexual desires and boundaries. The shift from the intimate moment with Sherlock to humping a pillow and fondling yourself could suggest a sense of frustration, unfulfilled desires, or an inner conflict between your sexual desires and social norms. The embarrassment when Sherlock catches you in this act may reflect feelings of shame, vulnerability, or fear of judgment. Overall, this dream may be a reflection of your subconscious desires, fears, and conflicts regarding intimacy, sexuality, and emotional connection. It may be helpful to explore these themes further in therapy or introspection to gain a deeper understanding of your own desires and boundaries.