Her dreams were almost always the same. He was on his knees chained and bleeding. He would try to stand and be slammed to his knees again and rise, yet again, yelling at them. Yelling at the Jaffa in front of them, to the one whose face she couldn't see. Yelling "No" just like on Apophis' ship after the arm bands had fallen off,
Yelling "No, I'm next" or "No, take me" or "No, I'm in charge." So many variants but always basically the same, O'Neill struggling to stand in front of her, offering up his body to pain, to the slaughter to save her. And what did she do? She would wake, roll over and see Pete.