Dreamed that Moriarty was sending me love letters so I had to leave the country, and when I was sharing an apartment someplace not here I didn't want to wake up my housemates so I walked through the living room on my hands. It was more complicated than that but that's all I can drag out of my memory.

And all I can think is "why would I leave the country if someone interesting started to show interest in me?" and that's a bit not good, isn't it?

Back to sleep for a couple more hours, I think.