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#stress dreams
magdelanesingerin · 9 months
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I have my reasons why
This is a companion piece to @spielzeugkaiser 's Lovechild AU which continues to grab me by the throat and shake me around by the emotions. Especially after the recent update with Vesemir taking Jaskier and Milek to Kaer Morhen while Geralt was…indisposed, I found myself last night imagining all of the worst case scenarios that must have gone through Jaskier’s mind when he considered telling Geralt about Milek, and how those fears must have evolved over time. Soooo, THIS.
Jaskier is chasing Geralt’s retreating back down an impossibly long, whitewashed hallway.
“Geralt wait!”
The Witcher stalks on without so much as turning his head.
“I’m…I’m pregnant.” 
The light seems to echo the throb of his panicked heartbeat once the words are free, pulsing brighter and brighter around him. Geralt stops and shakes his head, turning back just enough so that Jaskier can see the look of disdain on his face. 
“I know,” he growls disgustedly. “I’m a Witcher, Jaskier. You think I couldn’t smell it on you? I knew before you did.” 
“But…then why…Geralt…don’t leave me…” he stumbles forward but can’t get closer. The space between them stretches strangely. 
“You and your bastard whelp aren’t my problem.” Geralt starts moving away again, and Jaskier can’t contain the words that burst out of his chest like a flock of birds, too loud and brittle in jagged shapes he can almost see fluttering through the air.
“It’s yours. The baby. It’s yours.”
Geralt turns slowly in the too-bright hallway, his face twisted in a snarl. The shape of him looks sharp and vicious outlined against the white walls. It hurts to look at him. He seems to grow to fill the narrow space until he looms over Jaskier like a mountain. 
“Fuck,” he sneers. “I knew you were pathetic, Bard, but this is a new low. To lie to me about something like this to make me stay with you?”
“It’s not a lie. Not a lie. There was only you.” Jaskier tries to speak but his words fall out of his mouth silently and shatter on the floor without ever being heard. He wraps his hands protectively over the curve of his belly to shield it from the shards as they scatter.
“Witchers are sterile. It’s impossible.”
The white walls of the hallway fall apart and become the white sky of an open hillside, wind whipping around them as Geralt shouts at him, teeth bared, eyes wild. 
“Why would you say that to me? Are you really that cruel and selfish? Of course you are, what else would you be! Haven’t you ruined my life enough?!”
Jaskier’s feet are suddenly scrabbling on a slope of loose shale and he feels himself start to fall. 
He wakes with a sob, body curled uncomfortably into a tight space in the back of a wagon. His legs are cramped, his back twitching and screaming at him as he jerks to consciousness. He grits his teeth against the spasming muscles and tries to stretch what he can in the space allowed, cradling his rounded belly. He can feel his baby shift and kick, and rubs his palm over them soothingly. 
continue on Ao3
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sluggoonthestreet · 1 year
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Every year around this time Brigid wakes too early thinking she needs to hide eggs.
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mentalhealththingz · 2 years
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naomiknight-17 · 9 days
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Had weird 'back at college and don't know where my classes are/my schedule' stress dreams last night. My shoes kept going missing while I was trying to find my classes, and other bizarre things
But the weirdest might have been that the college dean was... Captain Benjamin Sisko. On one of his uh. Less sane days
Sisko what are you doing here. This is a college. Go back to DS9. You're drunk
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library-graffiti · 2 months
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I had a stress dream that I was at a diner sort of place in the middle of nowhere with my ex-husband. There was a biker gang there, too, and one of the bikers found out I'm Jewish. Albert and I stepped away from our table to use the bathroom or something and when we came back we saw one of the bikers sprinkling something on my plate. I knew somehow that it wasn't intended to kill me; it was intended to give me diarrhea.
So that's fun.
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Saw yet ANOTHER person mention this, so
I want to see just how universal this experience is
(For the purpose of this poll pls consider The Marble Nest as part of Patho 2)
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honeycombhank · 3 months
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I had a dream the other night that I had to go to court for my disability because I had to prove that I needed it, but in the dream nothing that happened at court made sense and I remembered being so scared that they wouldn’t see how much I needed help.
I remember at one point someone, maybe me? Or someone’s else, or both? Were on the beach and were bleeding because of being wounded by drift wood. Yeah, idk but apparently being wounded by drift wood meant i wasn’t eligible for disability, so then I was both pissed and trying to explain how my seizures really did affect my everyday life and incredibly sad because they denied me and I didn’t know how I was going to be okay with out financial help
Yeah, sometimes dreams bring some real feelings to the surface.
I haven’t heard anything yet from the people about my disability application in real life and waiting is very hard.
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gloriousclio · 9 hours
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I had my recurring anxiety dream last night! The same one I always get.
Walking down the street naked? No.
Taking a final exam in a class you forgot your signed up for? Amateur.
No no, my stress dreams are always dance based. Normally I'm in a studio, learning choreography in an hour that I'm supposed to preform in a week. All my old dance friends are there, at least.
Last night was an elevation! I was in full hair, makeup, and costume! I was in the wings with the girls I have always danced with. But I don't know any of the choreography, and I'm about to step onto stage. I know there's a kickline?!
Also it wasn't my normal dance teacher from when I was a kid, it was Heidi Klum for some reason.
Hey brain, are you good?
I should probably do a yoga today or something. Sweet and gentle Jesus.
I guess my heartrate was elevated when I went to bed last night. I can't put my finger on why.
But I'm safe. There are bits of choreography from my tap class that I don't know but I'm not doing the recital. I never do the recital, because look at my recurring stress dream!!!! The recital is optional for adults and this is the 10th year I've opted the heck out.
Stress dreams!!
I'm taking it very easy today.
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authorkarajorgensen · 4 months
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My new stress dream is realizing I'm in a store without a mask on 🫠
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adverbian · 1 month
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Dreaming about massive tornadoes again. This is my oldest stress dream. This time, I combined it with other stress dream classics such as
Screaming argument with someone you love
Public humiliation in front of people you respect
Not appearing this time:
Trying to drive a car from the backseat
Back in high school and don’t know my class schedule
Naked in public
Tsunami
Doors that won’t close or lock against an approaching threat
Active shooter
Why is it that my brain goes “Oh! We are stressed! Let me help by providing a crystal-clear, fully-immersive experience of even more stressful situations.”
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mbrainspaz · 8 months
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me: Life is a mess but I'm doin' ok. 🤷🏻
my dreams: your tooth feels weird so you push it with your tongue and it just falls out of your mouth. The one next to it feels loose too. Soon they're all falling out at the slightest touch. You spend the rest of the night running around a strange town desperately trying to find someone to put your teeth back while your teeth keep falling out and you're holding them in your hands and trying not to lose them. You're trapped inside your body behind bare bloody gums, afraid to open your mouth when you talk to people. Nobody can help. Instead of horror you feel resigned to this fate. Your best hope is to get dentures and now your grandma is disappointed in you because she hates her own dentures.
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ashtraysystem · 21 days
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part of me doesnt want to go to sleep out of fear of having stress dreams about privacy and invasion of my space again. its been really tough and idk how to feel safe right now even with locking my bedroom door.
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mentalhealththingz · 2 years
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naomiknight-17 · 7 months
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Had 'it's Christmas Eve and I have nothing ready for Christmas oh no' stress dreams ugh
Can I just have a decent night of sleep please T__T
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burningchandelier · 3 months
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There was a poll that asked "what's your recurring stress dream" and no poll would ever include mine. It is too specific.
I have been having this nightmare since I was a young teen. It always has more or less the same format, if some of the details are different.
In this dream, I am just me-- my normal self, and I am going about my regular business. I am usually at a gas station or a grocery store. I am somewhere in public, but nowhere very important.
In an unexpected turn of events, I run into a member of a band I love. There's some variety here, but let's be real, I've been having the dream since I was thirteen so it's usually My Chemical Romance.
I politely approach them and ask, very timidly, for an autograph or a picture and apologize for interrupting them. And then they look me up and down, scoff, laugh, and tell me to fuck off.
There is nothing scary about this, but there has never been a time that I have not woken up in a cold sweat from this dream. I have woken myself up screaming in terror from this dream. It usually takes me a good few minutes to come back down and realize that I am okay, that it didn't really happen, and that I have not destroyed my chances of ever being taken seriously in the world ever again.
I don't know what this means. All I know is that, for the past eighteen years, I have been having the most stupid nightmare imaginable and every time, it still scares me.
It's okay. You can laugh.
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hum-tittle · 4 months
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I had a dream I was traveling with the Doctor,
I said I wanted to go somewhere to help people.
You know where my subconscious decided was a good place
NYC September 11th 2001
My brain could have chosen anything, and that's what it decided????
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