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

I’m infatuated with her. <br><br>Utterly infatuated. <br><br>And it wasn’t at a healthy level. Far from it. I would think about her every moment she was away. I would sometimes sit on my couch and just stare at my phone waiting for her to text. I’d tell myself “Don’t contact her. It looks too strong. Don’t scare her off.” But then I’d see her smile in my mind and I couldn’t help myself. I just had to hear her voice, see her smile, smell her skin…. <br><br>Of course this didn’t go unnoticed. She’d call me adorable when she’d catch me staring at her. I could tell she loved it, and I could tell she was just as infatuated as I was. She would sit on my lap and caress my face and tell me how much she wanted to be with me. How excited she was to build a life together. We’d have long nightly conversations about what our wedding would look like. What our house would look like. What our children would look like. We’d talk about random, meaningless things and I’d feel like I was melting into her. Like we were a couple of sentient beings that were slowly morphing into one. <br><br>As you can probably guess, I’ve never loved anyone like I loved her. It was the sort of love you only see in fairy tales. Or so I thought. <br><br>Things took a turn for the worse about three weeks ago. I woke up in the middle of the night to her whispering in my ear. It was very soft. I couldn’t make out what she was saying. It sounded like some sort of gibberish. I was groggy and it scared the shit out of me but I remember feeling a little amused. I’d heard of people talking in their sleep of course, but never actually experienced it. So I laughed, kissed her on the forehead, and rolled over. <br><br>The next night I was luckier. Again, I woke up late, and she was more articulate. This time she was outright speaking. I couldn’t see her from the angle I was at, but it sounded like a normal conversation. It wasn’t gibberish anymore, but it wasn’t logical either. She was saying things like “I’m not relaxed yet. I’m not happy yet. I’m not full yet.” She had a slightly detached tone to her voice so I knew she was asleep, but it still sent chills down my spine. In the moment, it was very strange, but the grogginess was still there and it wasn’t scary. I remember my first thought being, “Why would she be hungry? I made her a huge sandwich before bed, and she had a big bowl of soup to go with it.” Looking back on that now, it seems very silly. <br><br>I didn’t think much of it the next few nights when she’d do it again and again. It was always the same sort of things. She’d say she was hungry. Or that she wasn’t happy yet. Or that she wasn’t excited yet. I just figured she was having some sort of reoccurring dream. Maybe she was scoring drugs in it, or eating food, or having sex with someone. I couldn’t tell, but it didn’t matter. It didn’t seem like she was in any sort of pain. So I’d give her another kiss on the forehead, and roll back over. <br><br>But then one night, she was different. She wasn’t saying random things anymore. It was full sentences now, and it was directed towards someone. It was towards me. It was towards us. And it was horrifying. <br><br>“I’m almost ready to be excited.” She said. <br><br>I was absolutely terrified. TERRIFIED. Some part of me had the sense to stay calm. I think it was the infatuation that protected me from completely losing it. It almost made me think it was cute. That somehow she was talking to me in her sleep. It somehow made me think she was planning a surprise, and that I’d get to experience something with her for the first time, together. <br><br>I stayed calm. I had to. She was my world after all. And when I did, I noticed something even more terrifying. She was never actually asleep. At least not fully. She’d turn towards me, and she’d look at me when she talked. She’d have this small, slight smirk on her face. She’d almost look excited. Almost look happy. I’d poke and prod her to see if she was truly asleep, but she’d just turn away and whisper in the direction she was facing. <br><br>“I’m almost ready to be excited.” She’d say again and again. Sometimes it was different. Sometimes it was, “I’m almost ready to be relaxed.” Or “I’m almost ready to be full.” But she’d always follow them up with, “I love you.” <br><br>I never got out of bed that night. I never went back to sleep. I couldn’t. I would look at her and I just couldn’t bring myself to move. I couldn’t think. I was just…there. It was the most terrifying thing of my life. I had never been so scared. And yet… I somehow wasn’t. I was still infatuated. I still loved her. And I still almost thought it was cute. Almost. <br><br>The next night came with more of the same. It was still the same words. It was still the same tone. It was still the same smirk. And it still terrified me. But this night was special. This night I decided I’d had enough, and I decided to take action. <br><br>The next night, I pretended to go to sleep before her. I tucked myself under the covers, closed my eyes, and held my breath. She got in a few minutes later. And when she did, she talked. <br><br>“I’m almost ready to be excited.” She said. I felt her eyes on me. She knew I was faking it. I wanted to ask her who she was talking to, but I didn’t have the nerve. So I kept my eyes shut and listened. After a minute, she spoke again. <br><br>“I’m almost ready to be excited.” But this time, a man’s voice replied. <br><br>“I know you are. I can see it.” <br><br>I gripped the sheets and clenched my teeth. It was a deep voice. A very deep voice. It sounded like a giants voice. It was so deep that I could feel it when he spoke, and it made my chest vibrate. I could feel his words. I knew this man was big. I knew this man was huge. And I somehow… I somehow knew who he was. <br><br>“That’s good.” She said. She sounded excited. She sounded happy. She sounded like the man in her dreams was right next to her. <br><br>I slowly and quietly sat up in bed and craned my neck. I wanted to, I had to, and I did. And when I did, I almost passed out. There was someone on the other side of her. There was someone in the bed with us. And it was a man. A very big man. <br><br>He was huge. At least 8 feet tall. At least 300 pounds. His skin was black as coal, and his eyes glowed bright green. He looked like the boogeyman. He was the boogeyman. He looked at me when he saw me looking at him, and he smiled. <br><br>“Don’t worry. You’re not here yet.” He said. He spoke in the same deep voice as before. The same voice that vibrated my chest. It hurt to hear him speak. My organs literally hurt. <br><br>I sat back and tried to catch my breath. I wanted to run. I wanted to jump out of bed and get the hell out of there. But… I couldn’t. I was still infatuated. I still loved her. And… I still almost thought it was kind of cute. Almost. <br><br>I heard her whisper one more time. I heard her whisper one last time before I passed out from fear. <br><br>“I’m almost ready to be excited.” <br><br>I don’t know how I’m typing this. I don’t know how I’m alive. I woke up this morning to her gone. I looked around the apartment, but the man was gone too. I’m alone now. It was just a dream. It had to have been. It doesn’t feel like it was though. It felt so real. It still feels real. I’m still infatuated too, so I know it must have been real, right? And of course, I have to see her again. Of course I do. I can’t live without her. <br><br>I’m going to go see her now, and I’m not going to leave her side until she’s excited. She’s not excited yet. And when she is, I know it will be a great thing. It will be a wonderful thing. And I can’t wait to experience it with her.