"Watson, I just had the most pelicular dream. You and Mary and Gladstone and I were at a restaurant. There was a satanic pony. It had a fork in its hoof and it was laughing at me."

This is how Sherlock described his strange dream in AGoS. But what happened exactly in our detective's mind?

Everything you recognize is not mine, of course :)

The last thing Sherlock Holmes remembered seeing was the face of his devoted friend, his Boswell, Watson, trying to stitch up one of his wounds. He felt himself falling in an unknown darkness, but however he seemed to be relieved, his elbow was not hurting anymore. But... where was he exactly?

The room was full of lights, which were dazzling. Sherlock felt the need to bat the eyes to see something. But when he did it, Watson and Mary, dressed in black, just appeared in front of him. They were not... normal. It was like the detective faced two ghosts : John seemed to not have sleep for weeks : dark circles were surrounding his eyes. Was he ill?

As for Mary, it was worse. She was staring at Watson with that unctuous smile that Sherlock couldn't stand. Obviously, John was speaking, and suddenly, Mary loudly laughed. To Holmes, it was the last straw. This glass of wine was too tempting. He took it, and threw it at the woman's face, which was now red-coloured due to the content of the glass. Her reaction was not usual : at the same time, Mary and her husband laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

"And of course", said the blond woman, "We brought our beloved Gladstone."

The dog appeared, dressed with an elegant suit and a bow tie. Sherlock frowned. Why didn't he have shoes? It wasn't the right conduct, he was at the restaurant! But he didn't seem to care about that, and started drinking his glass of wine.

"So, Holmes", started John, "Why didn't you bring a lovely woman with you? It could have been so delightful! Or would you prefer another person with you?"

While Sherlock was trying to understand what he meant, John kissed him passionately. The sensation was far from being unpleasant, and he happily responded to his companion's enthusiasm.

Mary took her handkerchief from her sleeve, and wiped away a tear.

"Oh, my dears, you two are so cute together."

Regaining consciousness, John added : "By the way, when are you coming home? Didn't you say last time that you were ready to leave Baker Street, and to come to our house?"

Listening to her husband, Mary touched her stomach : "And you have to do it before the birth of our child. He will need his fathers."

Sherlock tried to speak, but he discovered that he couldn't. It was like he was dumb. When he tried again, Gladstone barked, and Mary stood up.

"Gladstone is right, it's time for Sherly's present!"

John murmured to Sherlock's ear : "You're going to enjoy it, sweet thing."

Then, the doctor joined Mary, and they started clapping their hands. Every person who was in the restaurant, Gladstone included, did the same. The lights turned off, ans suddenly, a huge pony came to him, and said : "You've been a bad Sherly, it's time for you to be punished."

The animal was holding a fork in its hoof, a fork which belonged to Mrs Hudson's silverware. Everyone shouted : "Bad Sherly! Bad Sherly! Bad Sherly! Bad Sherly! Bad Sherly!"

Holmes did the only thing he could, he ran as fast as he could. The pony was laughing at him, and followed the poor Sherlock.

The detective opened his eyes to stare at a wagon's ceiling. But he didn't have time to observe it, he had to run! The pony was coming! The contact with reality, and with a wall, had been painful. Bloody pony!

THE END.