I don't think so. I seem to remember the hair was long. It's a bit of a blur. 

Well, last night I dreamt that some scenes from Scandal were re-done to be included in S3 (don't ask me why). I had the "pleasure" to watch a scene in which John returns home with a big E cut into his right forearm (poor guy). Quite a painful and gory moment. 

And no, I did not watch Hannibal yesterday but old videos from my children. Why can't I ever dream something nice about Benedict and John?

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Yes, this is not fair. Maybe I can get a nice dream about Benedict for Christmas. 

Well……  *cough*   Maybe you'd like mine?       
I'm the type to dream pretty often and crazy amount of vivid detail (and amounts of different bits of real world/subconscious mixed together!), although frequently just little random bits and pieces of things, often with people (or celebrities!) I know mixed in.  So, of course, sooner or later Ben/Martin (or their characters) had to pop up.  Ages ago, dreamed I was with Sherlock and Martin, at some kind of bad facility.  We were escaping, and so were a few other people who had been stuck in there by the people we were escaping from, having to climb over walls and dodge things and race to keep up with the pair as we made our way out, nearly getting caught once and very anxious about that because Sherlock was further ahead and so focused he might not have even noticed.  o.o   Never shared it here… maybe thought it was odd. 

But on the heels of the above comments, I'd think you'd more appreciate the more recent one I felt a little sheepish about at first.  ;D  Perhaps needless to say, was right after getting to see Frankenstein last week, the first 'new' thing I'd watched him in, besides Little Favour, in a bit.  So was probably lodged in happy subconscious to be getting to actually banter with him about the stuff he'd been up to, hanging out in his or my apartment, no less, as old friends.  He had just taken a shower to clean up after the day's work and only put jeans on yet, standing around talking with and drying hair with his towel.  Seemed uncertain about some performance or other we were discussing, so cute being just as humble/thoughtfully critical as I've heard him being in real life.  ;)   Even to the point where he eventually loafed back with me on the furniture with that relaxed familiarity of friends, still deeply musing and a little mixed, quiet for a bit as just rested the back of his head on my chest.  I playfully chastised him for worrying, reminding him that 'people love you!' at which he tilted a thoughtful look up.  He said something about wondering 'how?', but not in that self-conscious way where you don't believe it's true, but that just thoughtfully confused at how tons of strangers could 'love' you if they don't even know you?   Aww, Ben.   

A year back shortly after watching Sherlock S2E3, I had a dream, it's about Andrew Scott, not as Moriarty. He was playing the role of another eerie anti hero, something like Hannibal, it was midnight and he was sitting in a revolving chair with his back to us, facing a mirror, in a midly lit half ground floor room in a desolated building waiting for his prey. But it was not possible to see his face. But I knew It was Andrew Scott, and he was acting. Then, there came a young girl followed by her mother, who were lost, may be in hope of getting some help in this half lit room..It was the girl I saw first, and when she entered the room, he turned around, his face was clean shaven and pale. He got a knife and came to the girl intending to kill her, solely to see the pain of her mother and he told her so..From then on the dream faded,  but, I hade a faint recollection that the mother wasn't heroic at all, but pathetic, as she was much relieved realising that her life was not in danger. I am very embaressed to admit that, though I was not at all present in this dream in my self, in course of the dream,  I forgot that Andrew Scott  was acting, and it was a real life incident, and I had placed myself in the girl's role.When she was about to lose her life, I quickly switched to the mother, and it must be my relief that I ascribed to the mother . But Andrew Scott had such effect on me, and I was sure I was about to get murdered. It must have made me change the roles at the last moment.

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Russell wrote:

But on the heels of the above comments, I'd think you'd more appreciate the more recent one I felt a little sheepish about at first. ;D Perhaps needless to say, was right after getting to see Frankenstein last week, the first 'new' thing I'd watched him in, besides Little Favour, in a bit. So was probably lodged in happy subconscious to be getting to actually banter with him about the stuff he'd been up to, hanging out in his or my apartment, no less, as old friends. He had just taken a shower to clean up after the day's work and only put jeans on yet, standing around talking with and drying hair with his towel. Seemed uncertain about some performance or other we were discussing, so cute being just as humble/thoughtfully critical as I've heard him being in real life. ;) Even to the point where he eventually loafed back with me on the furniture with that relaxed familiarity of friends, still deeply musing and a little mixed, quiet for a bit as just rested the back of his head on my chest. I playfully chastised him for worrying, reminding him that 'people love you!' at which he tilted a thoughtful look up. He said something about wondering 'how?', but not in that self-conscious way where you don't believe it's true, but that just thoughtfully confused at how tons of strangers could 'love' you if they don't even know you? Aww, Ben.

Now that's what I call a dream I'd like to dream myself eventually...!

With so much going on as the air date to Sherlock approaches, I am finding myself caught up and completely besotted with the whole damn thing again.  The trailers, the minisode, John's blog coming back to life, PBS airing some Series 2 last night, the emotional ups and down of the Doctor Who Christmas special - wow! All this has combined to put my brain on overload and I feel like my real Christmas - the Christmas I've really been waiting for -  is arriving in just a short while. 

I fell asleep to Reichenbach on PBS last night but managed to wake myself up just in time for the emotional last scene.  No surprise that when I went back to sleep again I had a Sherlock dream.  In it I was watching the new first episode and then sort of became part of it.  John didn't know Sherlock was back and they were standing on the opposite sides of a large open space.  I was sort of in the middle when a man came up and started to threaten me.  He grabbed my hands and tried to pull me but I fought back and wrestled him to the ground.  I was trying to punch and kick him and both John and Sherlock came running to my rescue. I remember thinking, "OMG, the creators are using me in the show to get John and Sherlock back together!  I can't wait to tell everyone on the Forum about this!"

The good thing: I had two dreams. The bad thing is - I don't remember what happened

Sherlock Holmes wrote:

OK last night I had another dream about working on Sherlock Series 3....

For some reason I was playing Martin's stunt double! There was some reason why he couldn't do the scene himself but Benedict was doing his own stunts so I got to do the scene with him. We were both running on top of a moving train and someone was firing a gun at us from behind...Benedict turned to fire a gun back over my shoulder at the guy, then the train approached a tunnel and I had to leap on Benedict to save him because he would have got whacked by the tunnel. It was very cool. We had to do the scene several times because Martin was watching us and kept saying I was doing it wrong.

Oddly, my 'Sherlock' dreams often involve me having to leap on Sherlock/Benedict.... :o

Pav wrote:

I had a dream about the Sign of Three today... And Sherlock and John were hugging

Yes, pleeeaaaase!