Guide To Avoid The Consulting Detective

"......Sergeant Inspector Richardson! Hey, Corina! Wake up! We got a press conference to attend about the recent serial suicides!"

The voice stirred the woman up from her slumber as she rubbed the corner of her eyes groggily, trying to brush over the dizziness. She jerked up straight on the chair, pulling her head off the desk trying to find the source of the voice.

It was a man. One she had seen before. Not in real life but in a fictional video format of a series, a TV series to be more exact. Detective Inspector Lestrade. He stood a few meters away from her with a tired face, a gentle sigh escaping his lips as he glanced over at her as she gazed at unfamiliar reflection of herself in her phone's black screen. She ran the pad of her nimble fingers over her soft face. Smooth to touch, her fingers basically glided over it. Thick eyebrows above the long eyelashes around her bluish green eyes. Her complexion was pretty pale as if she hadn't slept for days. The face structure was pretty sharp with a feminine jaw. Plump lips which were red from the nervous biting she had engaged in on her lower lip. Luscious curvy brown hair cascaded down her back.

What kind of weird dream am I in? Is this supposed to be me?