i was just thinking

has anyone ever considered that half of what happened at the end of reichenbach fall was simply an illusion of the mind?

we’re more-or-less seeing it from john’s perspective. it was all played up off of his point-of-view, his emotions. in turn, his point-of-view and his emotions were ours. we were john.

the moment sherlock said good-bye, john had decided in his mind that this was really happening, it was all real. his mind decided sherlock was jumping, and his heart decided sherlock was going to die. this clouded his judgment and made it impossible for him to see any other alternative for what was going on and prevented him from noticing anything odd or out-of-the-ordinary about the situation. it was black-and-white to him: sherlock jumped and died. there couldn’t possibly be any room for error or misinterpretation. we were with john the entire time, standing in the street with him. our minds and hearts were one with his. so, the camera showed us what came from john’s perspective, and sequentially, ours.

think about it. what if it was all just an illusion made up in our heads, in john’s? food for thought.

sherlock: this isn’t the olympics, john. you’re embarrassing yourself.john: -right, look who’s talking.-sherlock: longer legs, longer strides. isn’t that difficult to deduce, now is it?john: would you…quit doing that!?sherlock: then stop thinking so loudly. it’s like a loud speaker to my ear. rather annoying.john: oh, really? then what am i thinking now?sherlock: …well, that’s rather rude.john: what is?sherlock: thinking about how you’d rather be having tea and biscuits, at a time like this! come now, john, a little focus, please.john: well, if you wouldn’t have dragged me out of bed at all hours of the night, i might have had time to complete my r.e.m. cycle, and had a bite in the morning. you know, r.e.m. cycle? the thing that keeps you fully rested so that you don’t wake up wanting to kill people, sherlock. considering how many of those you’ve managed to disrupt, i’d say i’m two-thirds of the way to becoming a mass-murderer. guess who my first victim would be? sherlock. sherlock. are you listening to me?sherlock: yes, of course. blah blah melodramatic tantrum blah.john: …..sherlock: you’re upset now, aren’t you?john: what was your first clue?sherlock: you just told me.john: …..sherlock: i’ll make it up to you. coffee?john: no. you make it wrong.sherlock: i’ll remember this time. john: sherlock, i don’t really think this is the time or place for this.sherlock: agree to it.john: what?sherlock: i won’t be able to think. we’ll be out here all night, possibly into tomorrow. you never know. genius block, or what-have-you…john: …so, you want me to agree to coffee so i’ll forgive you…but now you’re attempting to blackmail me in order to get me to agree to the former of which caused my being upset with you in the first place. am i understanding this correctly?sherlock: essentially.john: …you…are…amazing.sherlock: always the tone of surprise. coffee, then?john: no. can we just get on with this, please?sherlock: coffee.john: no.sherlock: coffee.john: -sighs- fine.sherlock: i’ve got it!john: good. no sugar.sherlock: no, i mean i’ve got it.john: oh, right.sherlock: this way. and do try to keep up, john.

sherlock: this isn’t the olympics, john. you’re embarrassing yourself.
john: -right, look who’s talking.-
sherlock: longer legs, longer strides. isn’t that difficult to deduce, now is it?
john: would you…quit doing that!?
sherlock: then stop thinking so loudly. it’s like a loud speaker to my ear. rather annoying.
john: oh, really? then what am i thinking now?
sherlock: …well, that’s rather rude.
john: what is?
sherlock: thinking about how you’d rather be having tea and biscuits, at a time like this! come now, john, a little focus, please.
john: well, if you wouldn’t have dragged me out of bed at all hours of the night, i might have had time to complete my r.e.m. cycle, and had a bite in the morning. you know, r.e.m. cycle? the thing that keeps you fully rested so that you don’t wake up wanting to kill people, sherlock. considering how many of those you’ve managed to disrupt, i’d say i’m two-thirds of the way to becoming a mass-murderer. guess who my first victim would be? sherlock. sherlock. are you listening to me?
sherlock: yes, of course. blah blah melodramatic tantrum blah.
john: …..
sherlock: you’re upset now, aren’t you?
john: what was your first clue?
sherlock: you just told me.
john: …..
sherlock: i’ll make it up to you. coffee?
john: no. you make it wrong.
sherlock: i’ll remember this time.
john: sherlock, i don’t really think this is the time or place for this.
sherlock: agree to it.
john: what?
sherlock: i won’t be able to think. we’ll be out here all night, possibly into tomorrow. you never know. genius block, or what-have-you…
john: …so, you want me to agree to coffee so i’ll forgive you…but now you’re attempting to blackmail me in order to get me to agree to the former of which caused my being upset with you in the first place. am i understanding this correctly?
sherlock: essentially.
john: …you…are…amazing.
sherlock: always the tone of surprise. coffee, then?
john: no. can we just get on with this, please?
sherlock: coffee.
john: no.
sherlock: coffee.
john: -sighs- fine.
sherlock: i’ve got it!
john: good. no sugar.
sherlock: no, i mean i’ve got it.
john: oh, right.
sherlock: this way. and do try to keep up, john.