Had a dream last night. One of those where everything's a jumble of places you know and people you recognise, but you also know that you're somewhere else.
Basically, I lost John. He just vanished. Naturally I tried to find him, as you'd expect, but he wasn't anywhere. Then someone said he'd gone back in the army. and suddenly we were in Afghanistan - I mean, obviously I've never been there, but that's where I knew it was. And everyone was fighting, and I couldn't find John anywhere, but people kept telling me I'd only just missed him, or he was 'just over there', so I kept going, and then I'd see people I knew, or...one of our current suspects, people I knew I should try to speak to.
And then I found Sherlock and Mycroft, and they were looking for John too, and it was insane, nearly getting shot, run down, it was like...it wasn't like the war is, it was like, just everyone was fighting everyone else, just a huge punch up with guns, no sides, nothing like that. Chaos. And...well, I kept losing the boys, and we never did find John, and then I woke up and clung to John for a bit and wondered where all that had come from.
Still, least I slept a bit, which is more than half the rest of you managed!