oh right guys i have to tell you last night’s dream before i go to sleep and forget it (note that it was a half-nightmare and might be a little triggery)
It was basically, like, the first 15 minutes of the first episode of Sherlock series 3. Three years had passed since “The Reichenbach Fall” and Sherlock was getting ready to come back home to John—but he wasn’t quite ready yet. But Mycroft—he called Sherlock and told him that he had to go to John’s flat (not 221B Baker St.) right then.
And of course Sherlock was like “You know I can’t do that yet” but Mycroft told him that he’d been keeping tabs on John; Johnhad been doing okay up until a few weeks ago, and a couple days ago he took a serious nosedive—and recently he had bought a spool of cable, and Mycroft knew John didn’t own anything that needed that much cable.
And Sherlock puts two and two really fucking fast and he’s like OH SHIT and fucking runs to John’s place, and—and he bursts through John’s (unlocked?) door just in time to see John kick a chair out from under himself.
The “screen” went black.
When it came back, it was from John’s perspective, thank God. He was in a hospital—it looked like a private room—and Sherlock was right there by the bed. So of course John’s initial reaction was “Oh thank God the atheists aren’t right about death oh God Sherlock I missed you so much” and Sherlock opened his mouth to say something, somehow looking both happy and furious at the same time—
And then the dream ended. Seriously, it. ended. right. there.