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. It was at that level where I wanted to spend every waking moment with her, where I wanted to hug her and never let her go. I wanted to tell her I loved her with long, passionate kisses. I wanted to tell her I loved her and have her say it back, and then tell her again, and then have her say it back again. I wanted to tell her I loved her and then have her say it back a thousand times more. A million. A million million.<br><br>This is the problem with history like ours. <br><br>We used to be married. But then we weren’t. And two years later, we hooked up again. We got drunk and we hooked up, and then we sobered up and we hooked up again. And a year later, we’re at that point where we’re desperate to spend the rest of our lives together. We’ve cleared up our issues. We’ve talked them through and cleared them up. And we’re happy.<br><br>But that’s not how everyone sees it. Our friends and family are a different story. They don’t like how fast it’s happening. They don’t like the fact we’ve moved in together. They don’t like the fact that I’ve already proposed. They’ve told us to slow down. To not push our luck. To keep our heads and not be stupid.<br><br>But I couldn’t help myself. I like to think that I was still at least a little bit headstrong in my decision-making. But really, I just can’t help myself. I’m obsessed with this woman. And the fact that she’s just as obsessed with me makes it worse. We both know what’s happening. We both know what we’re doing. And we just can’t help ourselves. <br><br>We know our history. We know our future. And we know that we’re destined to be together. We were always destined to be together.<br><br>But the problem is that she’s been talking in her sleep. Horrible things. And I don’t know what to think.<br><br>It happened for the first time a few nights ago. We were lying in bed together. It was dark and it was quiet and I was lying on my side, watching her. She was beautiful. I’ve always thought of her as beautiful, but the fact that she was mine made her even more so. I looked at her breasts. They were large and had small scars at the tip of each. I looked at her lips, which were plump like they always were. And I looked at her eye’s, which were closed and which shook ever so slightly as she dreamed.<br><br>I looked at her for what felt like hours. Not in a creepy way. Just in an amazed way. I wanted to take the moment in. I had spent years away from this woman. I had thought that I’d never see her again. But here she was, and here I was, and there we were.<br><br>And then she spoke. <br><br>She mumbled. It was almost nothing. But it was loud enough for me to hear. “I’m going to kill you,” she said. And then she moved. She twitched. And then she spoke again. “Yes, I’m going to kill you, and I couldn’t be happier about it.”<br><br>I laughed. It was just a laugh of amusement. I’ve heard people talk in their sleep before. It’s not uncommon. But what was uncommon was that she looked so delighted. She looked like she was smiling. She looked like she was having the time of her life. <br><br>“She used to used to be beautiful,” she said. And then she laughed again. “But not anymore.” <br><br>I shook her and she stopped. I asked her if she was okay. Of course she didn’t answer. She just kept sleeping. But it didn’t matter. She seemed to have gone back to regular dreams. <br><br>I thought that was it. But it wasn’t. It happened again the next night. And then it happened the night after that. She started saying the most horrible things. She giggled and wriggled when she said them. She called people ugly names. She was violent. And the worst part was that she seemed to enjoy it. <br><br>It didn’t make sense. She didn’t seem to like any of that. She was an outspoken advocate for peace and love and being nice to people. But then she’d talk in her sleep about murder and blood and death and everything else. She’d say the most horrible things but she’d say them with a grin on her face. It was as though she didn’t want to do it in real life. But in her dreams, while she was in control, she could say anything she wanted. <br><br>I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know whether to confront her or ignore it. I didn’t know how she’d take it. I’d heard of people who couldn’t handle the truth. But I’d never thought of myself as one. Now, I wasn’t so sure. <br><br>She was hiding something. That much was clear. And I had to figure it out. <br><br>I couldn’t confront her. Not yet. I didn’t know enough. But I had to know more. So I did the only thing I could think of. I waited until she was asleep, and then I listened. <br><br>This is where it gets hard to explain. <br><br>I know that when you love someone, you’re supposed to be able to forgive anything. But I’m not capable of that. I’m not capable of forgiving someone for anything. And that’s what makes this so hard. <br><br>I loved her. I couldn’t stop. But when I heard what she said next, I don’t know if I could ever show my face again. <br><br>“I love you,” she said. “And I couldn’t be happier. I love you more than anyone else. You know that, right?”<br><br>There was a pause. And then she spoke again. <br><br>“Good. Now let me show you how much I love you.”<br><br>There was a rustling. It sounded like a box was being opened. She drew a knife out, and I recognised it. It was the same one she had used to cut two of her fingers off. <br><br>I giggled. And the woman next to me giggled louder. <br><br>“You know what we’re doing,” she said. “We’re doing something special. We’re doing something that proves how much we love each other. And we’re going to do it forever.”<br><br>I had to ignore it. I had to. I had to ignore it and get on with our lives. But I couldn’t ignore it. I had to know more.<br><br>I couldn’t believe how happy I was. I had wanted this for so long. And now, it was finally happening. I had a girlfriend. She was the only woman in my life, and I had always loved her. <br><br>We were destined to be together. And we used to be. And then we weren’t. But now, we were again. And it felt like those years between had never happened. <br><br>Our relationship had been a long time coming. We’d met when we were kids. At like 3 or 4 or something. And we’d liked each other ever since. We’d dated off and on in high school. And then we fell out of contact. But then we hooked up again. And then we fell in love. <br><br>And now, we’re destined to be together. We knew that. And we couldn’t wait. <br><br>I had to ignore it. I had to push it to the back of my head. I had to pretend that it never happened. <br><br>But the thing was, I knew that woman. And I knew how she looked at me. And I knew how much she loved me. <br><br>And the more I listened, the more I was sure of it. <br><br>She was talking to me. And I had been talking back.