I find that I'm a bit lucky; I don't remember my dreams or nightmares. In high school, I had to try for my psychology class for a dream journal, but it didn't work. Oh, well. This is a bit of the backstory I relied on for this one-shot.
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Prompt: "Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture."
Jacoba was really trying to pull herself together. She had just woken up with a start in a cold sweat and retreated immediately into the bathroom. Truthfully, she had thought that she was way past having this nightmare. Yet, here she was.
Tonight was the first time that she was sleeping over at Gunnar's apartment (it had gotten a bit too late and she wasn't comfortable driving back to her own place; that was the story she was sticking with, at least) and it had started out great. It was a different story when she shut her eyes to sleep; her mind had taken her far into the deep recesses of her memories with a slight twist. Suddenly, she was back with her birth givers, who were yelling at her that there was no way that anyone could ever love her, especially Gunnar (that was the twist). And then it went into the same old thing; she had to marry the person that they picked out for her, he proposed, and then she dreamed up the debacle that would have been her wedding. That was when she startled awake, wrapped in Gunnar's arms, and bolted.
A knock on the bathroom door startled her out of her reverie. "I'm fine, Gun."
She heard a scoff through the locked door. "Of course, doll. That's why you locked yourself in my bathroom and, from the sounds of it, are sitting against the door." She sighed, but decided to not respond. There was really nothing to say, in her opinion. This time, she heard him sigh. "Jacoba, I know that nightmares are hard. You are really rather lucky that you really only remember the one, but that one is a doozy in and of itself. But, please, don't close me off, ok?"
Jacoba sighed before she pulled herself up and opened the door and walked right into Gunnar's open arms. "I'm trying, hon, but it's hard, you know?"
Gunnar scoffed before pulling back slightly so that he could leand down and kiss her. "I know, doll. Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture. Do you want to talk about it?"
Jacoba leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed before scoffing once again. "It's not so much that I don't want to, but that I'm going to need to. I know you just know that I only remember one nightmare, but you deserve to know all about it. Does that make sense?"
She felt Gunnar chuckle. "Yes, woman, that made sense. And I will be more than happy to be your sounding board. Come on, lets go lay back down." With that, the two of them (followed by Gunnar's cat, Stig; he always knew when he was needed) made their way back towards the bedroom. They would definitely need to be comfortable in order to have this conversation, but Jacoba found that she was actually ready to have it. Man, did she love this man.