During my nap today, I had a Sherlock-related dream that actually featured Sherlock and John (usually when I have Sherlock-related dreams, Mark Gatiss is the main focus, which is odd for me, but I digress). Right, so apparently in the dream I had a son with John, and we were in hiding with some friends of Mycroft. The friends were two men who were absolutely charming and wonderful, and one night when my son was asleep, the men and I were dancing, and Sherlock came in and saw us and got ridiculously jealous. I asked him why he cared because he and I weren’t together and John and I weren’t together, and he went on to explain that he and John were in love, but they loved me, too, and basically wanted to establish a polyamorous relationship, to which I agreed quite readily. But then someone tried to kidnap me and my son, and the rest of the dream was like a complicated action film.

Weird, yeah?