ugh

so i have been sleeping in chunks of 3-4 hours these past… i dont know how many days… a week? who can tell???

anyway I’ve also been reading fuckloads of BBC Sherlock fic and watching fuckloads of Stargate Atlantis. And thusly tonight as I passed the heck out due to ladyproblems exhausting me mid-fic I dreamt that I was SIMULTANEOUSLY:

-hanging out with John Watson, nervously waiting for something suspenseful and crimey to happen and for Sherlock to come back and I distinctly remember being in my own bedroom waiting by my landline phone and Sherlock called and John picked up and Sherlock was super pissed that he couldn’t text it and also I had had a conversation about understanding, sort of, where Sherlock’s coming from a lot of the time, with John, and John was kind of bitchy at me like “don’t pretend youunderstandhim, even if you have a heightened capacity for learning new things” and I had been bemused at his protectiveness over his perception of Sherlock’s uniqueness and left off but anyway Sherlock had called and SUDDENLY IT TURNED OUT THAT

-the whole time I had ALSO been JOHN freakin SHEPPARD (most of the time when I have dreams that feature fictional characters I am myself but sometimes I *am* one or two of them, and in this case I knew that I wasn’t ACTUALLY Sheppard but I also knew that everybody treated me as such and I was just fine and capable of acting in his stead?) and I was watching Rodney McKay ramble about not-so-theoretical physics and typing frantically into a computer console. We were on Atlantis itself in the science labs and things were kind of crackling and exploding around us and I was trying to insist to Rodney that he WAIT to implement a theory until the special consultant I’d gotten to help us out had gotten us the special info and ALSO some wraith drones showed up and I got to bangbangbangbang shoot them dead and Rodney wasn’t scared he was just PISSED that I could have shot some computers via ricochet and I was all “hahah whatever I’m John Sheppard I am the best shot in the galaxy” but then I remember thinking

-I wasn’t as good a shot as one John Watson, next to whom I was sitting in Baker Street, watching Sherlock gesticulate wildly about the fascinating discovery he’d made and also meanwhile

-I was myself, in my room in bed worrying about the entire population of Earth and how if I didn’t get in contact with everyone soon then the wraith were going to come and suck the life out of all of us but ugh, I was sick and hungry and didn’t have the energy to even take a shower, and who the hell was supposed to be calling my landline anyway, nobody would tell me ANYTHING, somebody had just told me I would accept it more readily than most, but also

-I shouldered my P90 and watched as Rodney opened up a video feed and Sherlock was in the little window and behind him I was sitting on the couch next to John, watching the two of them chatter back and forth about something I had convinced myself I understood but I didn’t actually, and the two of them were arguing and yelling and Sherlock won the argument and they finished writing some sort of code together and determining some sort of plan and meanwhile I-as-Sheppard was doing something, pressing to the top of my ear andcallingsomeone and

-My entire face felt squished up against the pillow but I was being called by someone but I didn’t want to get up to get the phone and also it wasn’t even actually ringing I was clearly just dreaming that my phone was ringing, it was probably 4am and nobody calls me at 4am but they might if it was an emergency and so

-Myself who was in my own bedroom but waiting with John Watson woke myself up and told me to go pick up the phone so

-I fell deeper asleep so I could dream that I’d woken up to go pick up the phone since the phone wasn’t actually ringing except when I was asleep and

-Sherlock as on the other end of the line, yelling at me that there wasn’t enoughtimeand that it was incredibly inconvenient of me to have a landline because he couldn’t text it and I looked back at myself who was waiting with John Watson and realized that I was the John Watson who had been waiting with myself and

-Then I properly woke up and really had to pee.