#doctor night terrors

[doctor-amazing]

Mycology

I'm getting a bit twitchy. It's night, or morning, or whatever you'd like to call it. I'd figure out what to call it, myself, except for the fact that my phone's long dead and I can't seem to keep my sense of direction about me.

It's no help that the moon's not out, or the clouds are thick, or maybe I'm just seeing things again.

I think I breathed some of it in back there. That'd explain it. That'd explain a lot, actually.

It was fun, at first— the spelunking, that is. It's one of those things that always sounds intimidating, and awful, but with the right company, anything's a great time. I had my best friend with me, and we'd parked a loooong way down the road from a famous cave that'd been cordoned off.

Supposedly, there were some sort of bioluminescent fungi that lived in the caverns, and they were being studied for some fancy glow-in-the-dark dye.

I need to sit down for a moment. Catch my breath. Telling this story is exhausting, yet I haven't said a word.

The fungi did glow well enough, in any case. We'd passed through the scientific base camp at the mouth— mostly abandoned, since apparently the company was waiting for a grant to finish their work, and that was our opportunity to get into the cave before security came back when there was more to guard.

The only signs of the occupation were two empty tents left standing, and a rack just inside the cave with a few full-body hazmat suits.

It's getting a little hard to move through the forest, now. Half of it's the wood getting thicker, but the other seems to be some sort of fatigue I can feel deep in my lungs. I'm having to huff a few raspy, staccato breaths for every one I'd have to take normally. I'd be more worried about it, but it's been a few hours of walking, so maybe it's just the dust kicking up.

The cave itself wasn't terribly hard to navigate by the light from our phones, and there weren't any crazy drops of tight turns, as luck would have it. We saw rope left haphazardly strewn around some junctions, where perhaps they had seen fit to map elsewhere, but had given up nonetheless.

Eventually, there was a sort of blue glow ahead— at my own insistence, my friend and I both snapped off our flashlights, and we let our eyes adjust to the light of the plant life ahead. Actually, can you even call a mushroom alive?

Turns out, it's not just the dust. I was right about breathing it in, after all. Do you want to know how I know I'm right?

I can feel it.

It's pulsating in my veins. Throbbing. Reaching. Waiting.

It's not patient, and it knows that it's already won the game that was afoot. The one I had no idea I was playing.

The reward for it is a sickening crack that reverberates throughout my body, and after a moment of excruciating pain, one of my arms goes entirely limp. My scream breaks the silence of the woods, but after the moment has passed, I realize my arm is completely numb except for some sort of lingering pinpricks and soreness.

A phantom pain, of sorts.

For a second, it looked like my friend had kicked up a helluva dust cloud from the stone floor, but then the coughing began.

My eyes watered, and I couldn't stop from blinking over and over and over again in a futile effort to get whatever the hell was in the air out of them. I stumbled, ran, and got a few nicks and scratches from whichever walls I got snagged on.

Eventually, enough distance had passed, and with one foot in front of another, I made it near the entrance, in one of the side passages. I looked around, called my friend's name, and then noticed something was off— a flashlight beam pointed at the ceiling, from the bottom of a drop.

I wanted to fucking vomit on the spot.

My eardrums feel like they're splitting apart, but the woods are as silent as ever. I can hear it— them, thrumming inside of me.

It's running through my bones, tearing through my flesh, making a home in my marrow and crevices.

I've scratched my arm to bloody ribbons. I can't tell if the itch is in my fingernails, or the mess it's made.

I figure I must be losing it on several fronts. The thrum of the thing inside of me is unbearable, and it makes me want to rip my ears off and grind the stumps of cartilage on my cranium into paste.

The... rot.

It's screaming at me.

The message, I still can't discern.

There's a pressure somewhere on my back, near my shoulder. It's hard to pinpoint where, but it's getting worse. Almost painful.

I'm still heading through the woods, but my prospects aren't good— I haven't seen the trail in hours, and it's not getting any lighter.

Looking over the cliff, my friend's body was splayed out like a ragdoll at the very bottom. I'd never seen that much blood in my entire life, and the stone piercing his skull glittered crimson in the light of his phone.

I stepped back.

Then took another step.

Then another.

I couldn't stop running, rushing past piles of rope, rushing past the hazmat racks, rushing past the tents, and into the brush beyond.

There wasn't an ounce of sense to my flight, and I lost track of the path immediately in the state I was in. At some point, I tripped, yelling in surprise, and slammed my outstretched hand into a stone on the forest's floor. My phone came up spiderwebbed with cracks.

Somehow, the humming has lightened up. Or maybe I'm adjusting, or maybe I'm beginning to understand it a little. There's a rhythm to it, as horrific as the wailing is, but it permeates my body, and I'm absorbing it with every second.

Exposure therapy.

I have something extra, now, to make up for this swollen, useless mess of an arm. Just above the shoulder blade, there's... something. It's new. Alien. I can't express what it's like to have something like that where it shouldn't be.

I can't tell if I'm horrified or pleased.

My other arm seems to have a mind of its own, too. A few times, it's swung at nothing, and the feeling is beginning to fade in a way that's entirely unlike the first. It's... slow, and patchy. Sometimes I can feel it, and sometimes I can't.

If I don't focus on keeping it still, it gets numb and starts to work on it's own accord. Like having your eyes pulled somewhere else every second.

I stop, breathless, and vomit something dark and red onto the forest floor. Something chunky. My breaths come ragged, and I come to the slow realization I don't know where I am.

My mind is everywhere, but I manage to keep my head up and keep moving. Any direction is better than here, so I'll start walking.

I'm twitching a lot, now. It's hard to see, but maybe it's just dark. It hurts, but it says it'll stop soon. It says we're close, that it can see the lights. Lights. Home. Food. I can hardly move by myself. The new growth is unfamiliar, so it helps me move sometimes. It says that it'd be better if I just let it lead for a little while, so I can sleep. Rest. It says that when I wake up again, it'll have found some food. That sounds nice.

I'm very hungry, after all.

I think I'll let it handle the rest.

#doctor night terrors #body horror #the thing #psychological horror #caving #spelunking #haha johnathan you are consuming my consciousness

[evviejo]

thirteen's era appreciation: 337/?

#dwedit #timelordgifs #chibnalldaily #doctorwhoedit #doctor who #the doctor #thirteen #thirteenth doctor #thomas edison #ryan sinclair #graham o'brien #nikola tesla's night of terror #jodie whittaker #robert glenister #tosin cole #bradley walsh #13seraappreciation #my gifs #thirteen* #ryan* #graham*

[badwolfwriter]

Ok but can you imagine:

The doctor always sleeps in the tardis. Of course he does, that’s his home. But one night he and Donna are having so much fun on the couch and they kinda just… drift off together. Shaun smiles and drapes a blanket over them as he heads to bed.

But how well does the doctor sleep? Does he actually? Or does Donna wake in the night to him thrashing and crying and whimpering and shouting, begging for friends long gone and battles long lost, hands clutching at thin air and body curling into the fetal? Does she wake him, right as the rest of the family, also woken by the noise, starts to stagger sleepily and confusedly down the stairs? Only to be greeted with the site of the doctor, hair ruffled from sleep, sobbing in Donna’s arms.

And of course the doctor tries to leave. “I’m fine,” he’ll say, and try to slink away to the tardis. He plans to nip off to some planet for a few days, until he can bear to look them all in the eyes again. But they don’t let him. He’s piled with blankets, and tea, and is told by Donna to sit his scrawny ass back down and tell her what he dreamt of. And maybe he does. Maybe he just sits, feeling the comforting pressure of his family hugging him from all sides. Rose is grabbing a stuffed toy she’s been working on just for him from the shed- and you know the doctor loves it. Donna and Shaun on either side, with even Sylvia there. She’s carding her fingers through his hair, cos her daughter and granddaughter both love that, so why wouldn’t this new child of hers as well? And so the doctor sits, and breathes. And drinks his tea, until his limbs stop shaking and his lip stops quivering. But later he’ll talk about it. And eventually, he’ll stop always sleeping in the tardis. Cos he trusts that he can be seen, and loved, and cared for by his family.

#doctor who #14th doctor #david tennant #donna noble #rose noble #shaun noble #sylvia noble #catherine tate #healing #trauma #night terrors

[thefiresofpompeii]

tfw you really wanna tell that to the emotionally distant mad scientist genius inventor you spend most of your time with but she’s not around so you have to find the next best option

#yazmin khan #jamie catches up #nikola tesla’s night of terror #thasmin #thirteen #thirteenth doctor #dw #jamie.txt #doctor who #nikola tesla

[wolves-in-the-world]

Goran Višnjić as Nikola Tesla in Doctor Who 12.4, Nikola Tesla's Night of Terror.

image descriptions below the cut

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[1] A still from an episode of Doctor Who, showing Goran as Nikola Tesla in front of Niagara Falls with an audience of men in suits and top hats, only their backs shown to us. Nikola is gesturing towards the waterfall as he speaks. He's a tall, slim man of about fifty in an old-fashioned suit with a tailcoat, pinstriped trousers, a waistcoat and watch-chain. He has a moustache, and brown hair parted in the middle, a few inches long and styled neatly with a bit of a wave.

[2] Goran as Nikola Tesla gesturing towards a device I don't understand well enough to even describe except that it's two corrugated metal cylinders and electricity is arcing between them, blue and dramatic, while he gestures like a magician. His other hand is on a lever, his face obscured by a starburst of blue light.

[3] A close-up of Goran as Nikola Tesla with a lightbulb in the foreground gleaming with warm light. He's looking off-screen and smiling slightly, eyes large and grey-blue, eyebrows raised, creases in his forehead and around his mouth. He's wearing a butterscotch-yellow tie with a wing or tuxedo shirt collar.

[4] A side-on view of Goran as Nikola Tesla bent over a workbench doing something with a tool we only see as a faint gleam of metal. He's bent almost double, intent on his work, a curl of hair falling down above his forehead, his coat gone and his shirt sleeves rucked up to the elbow so that his arms are bare and evidently hairy. The scene's dark, lit only by a candle lamp.

[5] A view of Goran as Nikola Tesla looking at a figure mostly out of view, visible to us only as blonde hair at the side of the screen. Nikola's eyes are a little wide, his mouth slightly open, making him look bewildered, and perhaps wary - I thought of it as his "okay, either you or this situation is bonkers" face. His thumb is just visible at the bottom of the screen, suggesting he's gesturing or fidgeting with his hands.

[6] A view of Goran in a crowded street, no coat, standing almost a head taller than everyone else and gesturing with one hand in a way that signals frustration or defensiveness, his eyes closed, mouth open as he speaks. A few bowler hats are visible around him, and a few of Nikola's companions - Dorothy, a serious-faced woman of thirty or so with tightly curly hair and smart clothing; the Doctor, currently a woman with straight blonde hair looking curiously past Dorothy; and just a glimpse of Yasmin in the background in a flat blue hat.

[7] A side-on view of Jodie Whittaker as the Doctor and Goran as Nikola both paying rapt attention to a glowing green mechanical-looking ball in a dish, with the Doctor pointing her sonic screwdriver at it and Nikola bending down to watch at the opposite side of the desk, hands folded together as if he's fidgeting, intent on her work. The Doctor's in a long light grey coat with a hood, incongruous for the era, and it's clear she'd be a lot shorter than him if he weren't currently courting back pain.

[8] The same scene as before, minutes later - the Doctor only visible as blonde hair in the foreground, Nikola's face transformed like he's realised something wonderful, eyes on the Doctor and leaning forward slightly, or still leaning on the desk. His mouth is open as he talks, his eyes bright, skin creasing faintly at the corners with a real smile.

[9] The same scene as before, seconds later. Goran as Nikola is looking to the side, no longer smiling but serious and thoughtful.

[10] The same scene as before, seconds later. Nikola is looking back at the Doctor and raising his eyebrows in a question at something she said, his forehead creasing, his expression perhaps a little doubtful.

[11] A close-up of Goran as Nikola in a room with warmer and dimmer lighting, his hair coming loose a bit as short curls on his forehead, frowning as he talks to someone off-screen. The angle exaggerates his nose, emphasises the lines around his mouth.

[12] A different view of the scene, zoomed out. Nikola is bent over a worktable beside Yasmin, a young woman with curled hair and a smart navy-blue jacket, and they're looking at each other as though discussing a problem, Nikola folding or rubbing his hands together. The desk of a mess of wires and oddments, lit bulbs in metal cages and what might be the odd green ball from earlier.

[13] Nikola and Yasmin in a very different location, dimly lit, with strange red lights in the background and a green light over their faces. (They're on an alien spaceship.) Yasmin is looking down at the floor like she's stunned, mouth open, and Nikola is holding her arm like he's just pulled her back, but his eyes are on something or someone else we can't see. His eyes are wide, his expression startled and openly afraid.

[14] Nikola and Yasmin still on the spaceship, blurry machinery behind them, but Nikola is almost level with Yasmin now and they're standing close, both looking at a third party off-screen. Yasmin's expression is one of distaste and a little anger, and Nikola's eyebrows are drawn down, expression somewhere between bewildered and worried.

[15] A different scene, different lighting - deep blue in the background, warm light on Nikola's face. It's an odd angle, his head ducked as though looking at something, his expression serious.

[16] A different scene, perhaps daytime with electric lighting, Nikola in conversation with someone off-screen who's clearly shorter than him. His hair's a little disarrayed, eyebrows raised and forehead creased, but there's something of a smile to his eyes and his mouth that gentles it.

[17] The same scene, seconds later, slightly zoomed in. Nikola's eyebrows are lower, forehead still creased and eyes a little scrunched, like he doesn't understand yet what the other person means. There's something tender about it still.

[18] A different room, darker, Nikola grinning while the Doctor is mostly off-screen, just a little of her hair visible, except she's raising a hand for a high-five that he isn't reciprocating. Creases are splayed out from his eyes, deep ones around his mouth, his nose sharp from this angle.

[19] A different view of the high-five moment, focusing on the Doctor as she realises he doesn't know to reciprocate - the high-five wasn't invented yet - and starts to lower her hand. Her mouth is wide open, teeth showing, somewhere between a grin and talking, and her body language is open exuberance. The creases around Nikola's eyes are still very visible from this angle, though most of his face isn't.

[20] A view of Goran as Nikola with his eyes closed as if he's blocking something out, and a look of forbearance and faint frustration on his face.

[21] A side-on view of Goran as Nikola, a shorter man in the background and the TARDIS behind them both, its windows glowing white. Nikola's expression is determined and a little grim, more hair curling messily against his forehead.

[22] A view of Goran as Nikola outside, trees in the background, a blurry blue-white sky and what might be yellowish grass. He's wearing old-fashioned aviator goggles on his forehead, where they're pushing his hair up so it's even messier, and he's looking down at something with a troubled expression.

[23] A view of the Doctor and Goran as Nikola in the TARDIS, the scene awash in electric blue and peach-pink, and no other lighting. The Doctor's leant over the TARDIS controls doing something there and looking back at Nikola, who has picked up some sort of contraption and is looking down at it, expression either troubled or focused. The light on his face is blue, throwing his features into sharp and unflattering relief.

[24] A view of Goran as Nikola in the TARDIS still, the lighting blue, the angle of his shoulders suggesting his hands are on his hips, and his expression now one of open joy. His eyes are large, his mouth open and smiling slightly, soft creases on either side.

[25] A view of Goran as Nikola on the street, looking with his head tilted at someone in the foreground - barely visible, except for the bowler hat. Nikola's expression is tolerant, a restrained smile with narrow eyes, and his hands are probably clasped behind his back.

[26] A view of Goran as Nikola on the street, now talking to the Doctor, only the back of her head visible. Nikola's in the same pose as before, hands behind his back, only leaning slightly towards her now, his expression warm as he talks to her. The creases around his eyes are back, and it's another angle that emphasises his nose.

[27] The same view as before, only now Nikola's ducked his head, almost like he's shy, or needs a moment to collect himself. The creases have gone from his eyes, but the smile's still there at his mouth.

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#Goran Višnjić #Goran Visnjic #doctor who #nikola tesla's night of terror #orig #genuinely just a screenshot dump please excuse the various lighting crimes #this was my exposure to the actor playing a genuinely nice guy and it turned my entire brain on its head thank you #he does such a great job with this I'm just thrilled he gets to play sweet characters too #also slightly offended the doctor didn't adopt him. c'mon doctor you need a nerd friend and he needs to be reminded he's brilliant c'mon #timeline shmimeline you could at least be penpals #anyway tumblr increasing the maximum number of images per post to thirty was dangerous and this is why #I should have to pare it down further but that's not happening. enjoy! #note that I do image descrips like this because I've found alt text doesn't always work on mobile. maybe only 'cos I say so much though. #also image descrips remain a mortifying experience. now all of tumblr knows I'm not normal about this man. #I didn't know it before either ffs

[zephyrd17]

Just watched that DW episode with Nikola Tesla and honestly I wasn't disappointed. My mind is having so many thoughts right now and I'm not sure I can write them all down but I'll do my best

First of all: loved the story. The idea of aliens wanting to kidnap Tesla is so funny to me and I found it quite charming the way they depicted it. I'm no professional writer as of now so I won't go into that. I did, however, find it very sweet how the Doctor and Tesla had that short moment of bonding over being inventors/scientists... It was just sweet.

Second: performance. Absolutely loved the way Tesla was portrayed. There are some really small things in his speech that do nudge the idea he's not a native English speaker and I think it was shown amazingly. I'm a native Croatian speaker so I was able to catch a few extra things, but I do think they could've given him a bit more of an accent. Then again, that's just my personal preference. Plus, that beef with Edison seemed pretty realistic to me. Another thing I'd like to mention is someone's brief remark on the fact that Tesla loved opera! Fun fact: a worldwide famous opera diva Milka Trnina (who was also Croatian!) was said to be the only one to have access to Tesla's personal laboratory! There were also rumours of the two being something more than friends... Who knows. Also I could rant for hours about Milka and Tesla, but I'll leave that for another post.

TL ; DR

Had high expectations for the episode, wasn't disappointed.

#doctor who #doctor who series 12 #dw 12-04 #nikola tesla's night of terror #nikola tesla #the doctor #thirteenth doctor #series 12 episode 4 #I will probably rant more about Tesla in the future #same goes for Milka Trnina #makes me sad to know many people don't even know who he is #also i am not entering the debate where Tesla is from #zephyr speaks #← why is that a tag? #zeph yapps

[cipher-fresh]

The Skithra queen hasn’t gone down as one of the show’s greatest villains or anything but I think Nikola Tesla’s Night of Terror is a fun historical. I haven’t seen anyone discuss it since series 12 aired, we’re not appreciating:

-The companions in historical outfits

-Nikola Tesla being a really fun character, and the narrative hating Thomas Edison, as it should

-The Doctor’s incredible inventing skills being demonstrated

-American accents better than “distracting”

-The storytelling opportunities of the Thassor species and spreading their knowledge across the universe

-Yaz and Ryan’s intelligence and people skills being emphasized

I’ve also been interested in exploring Ryan’s passion of engineering and mechanics, and the narrative directly compares Ryan and Dorothy (Tesla’s assistant) as people who help talented inventors and have had their lives transformed by them. It would have been fun if Ryan got to work more with Tesla’s inventions and/or the alien technology in the episode.

#doctor who #updates from cipher #nikola tesla’s night of terror

[justahumblememefarmer]

Ultimate Doctor Who Poll Round 1 - Matchup 20

Episode Summaries under the cut

125: Night Terrors - Season 6, Episode 9: The Doctor receives a distress call on his psychic paper from a little boy scared of monsters. He takes Amy and Rory to investigate. The Doctor meets the boys father, who insists that his son is scared of everything and has many neuroses, and that he and his wife have encouraged their son to put everything he's scared of in a cupboard. Amy and Rory take the lift of the building, which frightens the child. The lift crashes and Amy and Rory find themselves in a life size doll house, where they are followed by human-sized dolls.

The Doctor talks to the child, George, about his fears, and scans the wardrobe, finding intense energy readings off of it. More neighbors begin disappearing into the doll house, and when captured by the dolls, are turned into one of them. The Doctor talks to the father and looks at a photo album, realizing that the photos taken shortly before the George's birth show that his mother is not pregnant. His father reveals that his mother is infertile, and yet they somehow forgot. They question what George is, and frightened by his father's anger, he and the Doctor are sucked into the dollhouse.

Amy and Rory are followed by the dolls and Amy is caught, turned into one. The Doctor realizes that George is a Tenza, an alien species that find foster parents and adapt to what they want their child to be. However, something frightening him set of the cycle of fear. The Doctor insists that George can save them, and George enters the house himself, but cannot control the dolls as they come for him. Realizing that his biggest fear is his parents rejecting him and sending him away, his father goes to protect him, and everything is restored to normal.

George's mother arrives home to find George much happier, and the Doctor, Amy, and Rory leave in the TARDIS.

132: Boom Town - Season 1, Episode 11: The Doctor brings Rose and Jack back to Earth for Rose to visit Mickey, but see a newspaper article about the new mayor of Cardiff, who they recognize as a Slitheen in disguise. They confront her about her plans to build a nuclear power station, and discover her plan to blow the station up, and escape on a cosmic surfboard back to the stars. They capture her and the Doctor agrees to take her back to her home planet, where she faces the death penalty.

The TARDIS needs time to recharge, soaking up energy from a time-space rift in Cardiff, so the Doctor agrees to take the Slitheen to one final meal, where she confronts him about the morality of bringing her to her death, and he talks about her justifications for killing. It turns out to be a stall tactic as her cosmic surfboard has latched onto the TARDIS, intending to use the rift to destroy it and be an alternate escape route for her.

In tearing apart the TARDIS, the console opens up, revealing the heart of the TARDIS, and the light reverts her back into an egg. The Doctor takes Rose and Jack back to the Slitheen home planet to give the egg to a nice family so that she can grow up better.

#doctor who #ultimate doctor who poll #my post #polls #11th doctor #amy pond #rory williams #9th doctor #rose tyler #captain jack harkness #jack harkness #mickey smith #matt smith #karen gillan #arthur darvill #christopher eccleston #billie piper #john barrowman #noel clarke #night terrors #boom town

[moodywho]

Eleven + yellow tones in Night Terrors

#the doctor #doctor who #nuwho #dw #11 #11th doctor #eleven #eleventh doctor #Matt Smith #karen gillan #Arthur Darvill #amy pond #rory williams #night terrors #cinematography #screens #stills #moodywho #palette board #colour board #whovian #whoniverse

[the-autistic-vulcan]

HE LOOKS SO CUTE WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THAT AARRGGGHHHHH

#goran visnjic #nikola tesla #nikola tesla's night of terror #doctor who

[doctor-amazing]

paradoilia

I had a dream recently. I was staring out a window, just about the same as I'm doing now, and as I was staring, the darkness seemed to... coalesce into a form. Not some cheesy, movie-magic smokey sort of coalescence, but the kind where your eyes have been still too long watching the ceiling in your dark bedroom. You move them just slightly, and boom, the shape has taken form.

Eyes. I moved mine, and saw them in the darkness. The sclera were dark, the pupils darker, barely shading against the moonless night, and the iris' were an indescribable color. When I recoil in horror, and I cannot process anything, I suppose this is just the shade I see within the outlines of that which pursues me.

While it may sound almost comical to imagine a pair of eyes in the darkness, the way it affected me is nigh just as hard to describe; I hope, and in the same way, hope against hope, that I can impart the least of my horror within this sort of journal.

The eyes were gone, and mine still locked in place. My lashes moistened with the strain. Suddenly, outside, a car's headlights switched on, illuminating a snowy driveway. The clear white was an immense reprieve, as much as it hurt me, for my vision had not adjusted yet. That is, until my view slowly drifted right into the bulbs themselves.

I saw them again, within those burning twins. Locked behind fiberglass, kept prisoner inside a twisting hulk of alloy and plastics. I still could not move, but any sense of kinship I may have felt was torn away as the automobile shifted into gear, tires spinning against the chalky road.

It was dark once again, and this time, there was little reprieve in the shift of environ. The light had made me blind to the dark, and I felt terror grip my heart, rather than the morbid curiosity of before. This feeling was not unfounded, I'd soon find, as my vision swam before me and into the horrific absence outside.

The trees filled with them. At first, pinpricks of a deep, deep crimson, then a mild differentiation showed itself. Maroon, burgundy, carmine, vermilion, claret and cardinal. Coquelicot, falu, Alizarin, and even scarlet. The swathe would be beautiful, were it not so pointedly Watching me. They were not just observing, but... eyeing me up, as it were. Not looking, barely seeing, and certainly not just casting a glance, they were hungry.

It's strange to say that about eyes, even if they look like those of a predator, but it's the truth. They were ready. They were waiting.

I am nothing but sustenance and entertainment.

Then, just like that, I blink for the first time in my dream. I crane my neck around, snapping to and fro the room, still dark. I grab hold of the lampshade, tearing it off, and kicking the light into total luminescence. The window-shade is drawn, and my bed has a dark stain upon it, as if I'd been sweating. I look down at my garments, and realize something.

I'd already woken some time ago.

And it feels like something's watching me.

#eyes #paradoilia #patterns #horror #psychological horror #doctor night terrors

[evviejo]

thirteen + her goggles

#dwedit #timelordgifs #chibnalldaily #doctorwhoedit #doctor who #the doctor #thirteen #thirteenth doctor #jodie whittaker #nikola tesla's night of terror #eve of the daleks #the woman who fell to earth #the power of the doctor #spyfall part one #my gifs #thirteen*

[billdecker]

Doctor Who Rewatch | Nikola Tesla’s Night of Terror

#doctor who #nuwho #nikola tesla's night of terror #thirteenth doctor #13th doctor #jodie whittaker #nikola tesla #goran visnjic #thomas edison #robert glenister #queen skithra #anjli mohindra #tv #i made a thing #mine: dw #dwedit

[dw-caps]

#dw caps #series 6 #eleventh doctor #night terrors #doctor who

[thefiresofpompeii]

would it be crazy if i said thirteentesla

#it’s like this spark of connection right #meeting somebody just like herself #so rare in a great wide universe #jamie catches up #nikola tesla’s night of terror #dw #thirteen #thirteenth doctor #jamie.txt #doctor who

[purplesaline]

If you're prone to nightmares try having some dark chocolate before bed! Any chocolate (except white chocolate) may help in a pinch but the darker the better cause we're looking for the chemical Theobromine here.

Theobromine helps block the production of norepinephrine, which is a neurochemical that triggers the fight/flight response and may be responsible for some of your nightmares.

People with PTSD who have a lot of nightmares are often prescribed Prazosin, a high blood pressure medication that also helps block production of norepinephrine (and likely far more effective than eating some chocolate before bed so if your nightmares/night terrors are bad enough and regular enough to disrupt your life tall to your doctor about this option).

Green tea is also another good option, while it has slightly less theobromine it also contains L-Theanine which an amino acid that helps you fall asleep faster and stay asleep longer. Though the addition of caffeine may offset that despite the l-theanine countering some of the negative effects. There are some low caffeine green tea options which may work better for you.

Even if you don't pre-empt the nightmares, keeping some dark chocolate (or any chocolate as above) on your bedside table may help prevent you from slipping back into a nightmare if you wake up from one in the middle of the night, or at least help your brain steer away from it sooner if you do still slip back into it.

The amount of theobromine in chocolate or tea is pretty minimal compared to the active ingredient in Prazosin so it may or may not be very effective depending on how much norepinephrine your body is producing.

A theobromine supplement may provide better results but check with your doctor first if you want to go the supplement route. Theobromine can cause increased heart rate, low blood pressure and may interact with some prescription medications.

Important note!!

It's always a good idea to check with your doctor before starting any supplements, especially if you take regular medications.

#nightmares #night terrors #this is not medical advice #The idea came to me in the middle of the night #and this morning i did some quick research to see if there was any basis for my hypothesis #turns out there is! #there are plenty of studies showing that blocking the adenosine receptors can reduce nightmares #and that's one of the things theobromine does #so my hypothesis is scientifically sound #but I'm still not a doctor #and more importantly I'm not YOUR doctor #it is low risk #but not no risk #so be safe!