My girlfriend talks in her sleep. She’s been saying the most horrible things recently…

Done a bit of research and this seems to be a pretty common trend. I’m hoping my story won’t appear among the countless others that have been posted already. <br><br>My girlfriend and I have been together for almost 8 years. We’ve been living together for about half that time, and have never had any real problems. <br><br>She always used to sleep talk, even when we were just dating and only saw each other a couple of times a week, but it was never anything of real concern. Just your random “balls” and “noo” and “butter”... you know, the works. <br><br>But then things took a horrific turn. <br><br>One night, about three weeks ago, I woke up to her having a full on conversation in her sleep. She was talking so loudly, so I was shocked to see her dead asleep. <br><br>“Why do you keep asking me the same questions?”<br><br>My girlfriend is snuggled up beside me. I look around the room, half expecting to see some intruder, someone who might be talking to her. I know I’m dreaming, or at least I hope I am. But I know I’m not. I know that I’m just in control of my own limbs, and not the circumstances of this dream, as illogical as that sounds. <br><br>“I just need to understand.” The voice is from directly in front of me. I can’t see anyone. “I need to know why you lied.”<br><br>“I didn’t.”<br><br>“Yes you did. You lied about everything.” I look over at my girlfriend, I see her lips move as she speaks. She doesn’t sound like herself, but I can tell that it’s her. “Your name, your family, your past.”<br><br>“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”<br><br>“I’m talking about my daughter.” My mind starts to wander. *Who are they talking about? Why are they bringing her into the conversation?*<br><br>“My daughter went missing years ago.” I hear a lump in the man’s throat. “Her body was never found. And the man who took her from us walked.” <br><br>“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” I can hear a tremble in my girlfriend’s voice as she speaks. <br><br>“She was a wonderful girl.”<br><br>“I said I don’t know what you are talking about.”<br><br>“Don’t I look familiar to you?” There was a pause. I have absolutely no idea what my girlfriend says, if she even responds. “I guess not. You took her twenty years ago.”<br><br>“And I really don’t know who you’re talking about.” My girlfriend pulls herself up in bed. She tries to stand up, but ends up falling over, and I realise that she’s still asleep and the other guy is right. <br><br>Twenty years ago. <br><br>“I’ve spent my entire life looking for you.” The man places his hand on my girlfriend’s shoulder, and it sends shivers down my own spine. “Ever since... do you really not remember? You took my-”<br><br>“I don’t know who you are, and I don’t know who you’re talking about.” My girlfriend gets herself to her feet, and takes off into a sprint. I try to follow her, but the dream ends. <br><br>I woke up with a pounding headache, drenched in sweat. I tried to brush off what I had seen, but still couldn’t stop myself from worrying. I knew that she had been talking in her sleep, but never about anything so horrific. <br><br>She was up and gone before I woke up, as she usually was during the week. I tried to forget about the dream, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling I had acquired. I somehow felt guilty for being there, and I couldn’t get over what they were talking about. <br><br>That night, I decided to stay awake and see if my girlfriend talked in her sleep again. I brought a notebook into bed with me, and scribbled down anything of interest. <br><br>I fell asleep after a while. <br><br>The thing is, once you’ve committed to doing something like this, you have no idea how long you might be waiting. I’d been planning to do it for weeks now, and was starting to feel like the whole thing was futile. <br><br>Next thing I know, I’m back in that same room. I don’t know how long I was gone for, but the last thing I remember is my girlfriend snoring. <br><br>I didn’t think I’d actually fall asleep. But here I was, back in the same room, with the same two people. The same dream. I didn’t feel like I was dreaming though, and I *knew* that I wasn’t in control of my actions. I was a passenger; I was there to observe. <br><br>My girlfriend and the man were having the same conversation as before. I wrote it down as well, and it went like this: <br><br>“Why do you keep asking me the same questions?”<br><br>“I just need to understand.” <br><br>“I need to know why you lied.”<br><br>“I didn’t.”<br><br>“Yes you did.” My girlfriend took a seat in a chair at a desk and the man got in front of her. “You lied about everything.”<br><br>“Your name, your family, your past.”<br><br>“I didn’t.”<br><br>“Yes you did. You lied about everything.” My girlfriend looked horrified as the man slammed his fist on the desk in front of her. “Your name, your family, your past.”<br><br>“I didn’t.”<br><br>“Yes you did.” The man glared at my girlfriend. “You lied about everything.” <br><br>“Your name, your family, your past.” I started to feel a sense of déjà vu. Had I been here before? <br><br>“I didn’t.”<br><br>“Yes you did.” The man slammed his fist on the desk again. “You lied about everything.”<br><br>“Your name, your family, your past.”<br><br>“I didn’t.”<br><br>“Yes you did.” The man glared at my girlfriend. “You lied about everything.”<br><br>“Your name, your family, your past.”<br><br>“I didn’t.”<br><br>“Yes you did.” The man slammed his fist on the desk again. “You lied about everything.”<br><br>“Your name, your family, your past.”<br><br>“I didn’t.”<br><br>“Yes you did.” The man glared at my girlfriend. “You lied about everything.”<br><br>“Your name, your family, your past.”<br><br>“I didn’t.”<br><br>“Yes you did.” The man slammed his fist on the desk again. “You lied about everything.”<br><br>“Your name, your family, your past.”<br><br>“I didn’t.”<br><br>“Yes you did.” The man glared at my girlfriend. “You lied about everything.”<br><br>“Your name, your family, your past.”<br><br>“I didn’t.”<br><br>“Yes you did.” The man slammed his fist on the desk again. “You lied about everything.”<br><br>“Your name, your family, your past.”<br><br>“I didn’t.”<br><br>“Yes you did.” The man glared at my girlfriend. “You lied about everything.”<br><br>“Your name, your family, your past.”<br><br>“I didn’t.”<br><br>“Yes you did.” The man slammed his fist on the desk again. “You lied about everything.”<br><br>“Your name, your family, your past.”<br><br>“I didn’t.”<br><br>“Yes you did.” The man glared at my girlfriend. “You lied about everything.”<br><br>“Your name, your family, your past.”<br><br>“I didn’t.”<br><br>“Yes you did.” The man slammed his fist on the desk again. “You lied about everything.”<br><br>“Your name, your family, your past.”<br><br>“I didn’t.”<br><br>“Yes you did.” The man glared at my girlfriend. “You lied about everything.” <br><br>This same conversation must have gone on for hundreds of years. I’m not even joking. It was hours and hours and hours of exactly the same thing. I’d been there for what felt like a lifetime. <br><br>The dream ended and I woke up, exhausted. But determined to follow it through. <br><br>I stayed true to my word, and I stayed up again. Back to that same room. The same two people. The same conversation. <br><br>But tonight, something different happened. <br><br>I’d been there for centuries, and was expecting the same loop of conversation to last for eternity, but that night, something changed. <br><br>My girlfriend pulled herself to her feet, scowling at the man. “You don’t know my name.” She said. “You don’t know my family. You don’t know my past.”<br><br>“I don’t know your name.” The man glared at her. “You don’t know my family. You don’t know my past.”<br><br>“I don’t know your name.” My girlfriend looked horrified. “You don’t know my family. I don’t know your past.”<br><br>“I don’t know your name.” The man slammed his fist on the desk again. “You don’t know my family. I don’t know your past.”<br><br>“I don’t know your name.” My girlfriend looked horrified. “You don’t know my family. I don’t know your past.”<br><br>“I don’t know your name.” The man glared at her. “You don’t know my family. I don’t know your past.”<br><br>“I don’t know your name.” My girlfriend looked horrified. “You don’t know my family. I don’t know your past.”<br><br>“I don’t know your name.” The man slammed his fist on the desk again. “I don’t know your family. I don’t know your past.”<br><br>“I don’t know your name.” My girlfriend looked horrified. “I don’t know your family. I don’t know your past.”<br><br>“I don’t know your name.” The man glared at her. “I don’t know your family. I don’t know your past.”<br><br>“I don’t know your name.” My girlfriend looked horrified. “I don’t know your family. I don’t know your past.”<br><br>“I don’t know your name.” The man slammed his fist on the desk again. “I don’t know your family. I don’t know your past.”<br><br>“I