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 didn’t matter how many red flags were placed in front of me, I still did everything in my power to ignore them. As a psychologist, I’m supposed to know better. I’m supposed to see the signs and avoid people like her - those with the red flags. But I just couldn’t. I was too infatuated. Too obsessed. Too *in love* with her. <br><br>Her name is Elizabeth, by the way. She's beautiful, intelligent and charismatic. She’s everything a man could want. And I was (I’m) smitten. <br><br>We met at a dinner party and it felt like we talked for ten hours. She has this charm about her; something that I just can’t quite put my finger on. She’s All-American. She has the long curly hair, the smile that can light up a room, the laugh that's infectious. She's an astonishingly gorgeous woman who has been the center of attention since she was five and she plays that card perfectly.<br><br>But it was the first night we slept together that I first experienced it. She talks in her sleep. And she doesn't just talk a lot, she sometimes talks *a lot*. It was just random things at first; incoherent sentences, individual words, that sort of thing. And I have to admit, it was a turn off at first. I just couldn't get to sleep because she would continually talk all night. Saying weird sentences, random words. <br><br>But then she started saying horrible things. She talks about cutting people's throats, about doomed societies, about demons and monsters and war. And for some reason, these things just make me love her more. I know it's weird. I know I should be scared of her, or at least wary. But I just can't. I just think it's so ***fuckin’ hot*** when she says these things. <br><br>Sometimes she’ll talk about how she needs to cut out my eyes and my tongue, she says that she needs to lock me somewhere and never let me see the light of day. She says that she has to do it soon before it's too late. That she needs to do it before I wake up.<br><br>Sometimes she’ll talk about how she wants to hang me, to stone me, to crucify me or set me on fire. Sometimes in her sleep she says that drowns me, that she wants to throw me into the ocean and that she wants to watch me struggle as the waves take my life. <br><br>And I just honest to God can't get enough of it. <br><br>I’ve never been one for rough sex, but there’s just something about these things that she says. It just turns me on so much. And it’s not like she just says these things. She also talks about how much she loves me. How I make her life so much better. She says she couldn't live without me and that she would kill herself if I ever left her. That’s why I can’t leave her. I just can’t leave a woman who loves me so much. <br><br>Sometimes she also talks about a warehouse. Where there’s a lot of other people like me. She says that one day I’ll be in there too. That she’ll be able to watch me forever; to make sure that I never leave her. <br><br>I wish.<br><br>Sometimes I’ll talk back to her. I’ll tell her how I’d kill myself for her. How I would kill for her. And sometimes she’ll respond. <br><br>She’ll tell me that she’s not ready for me to join her yet. She’ll tell me that there’s so much left that I still has to do. <br><br>One night she kept talking about how we were on a ship and that the ship is going to burn. She said that I had to fix it. She said it was the only hope that we had. Sometimes she’ll talk about the captain of the ship. How he’s responsible for all of this. How he’s a sick twisted man who wants to see us suffer. <br><br>I wish I could experience it for myself. I wish I could see all of these things that she’s talking about; the ship that we’re on, the warehouse that all these people are in. Sometimes I think that we’re in some sort of simulation, some dream world where anything can happen. <br><br>I just want to see it all for myself. I just want to be with her. And I know that if I had the chance to join her, wherever she is, then I would take it in a second. <br><br>Our first shared house was on the beach. It was beautiful. I remember the first night we stayed there; we walked along the shore and watched the stars twinkle. It was an incredible feeling. <br><br>And when we went to sleep that night, she talked about the beach. She imagined what it would be like if the water came in and burned everything. If it lit the entire town on fire, if everyone else burned too. <br><br>She said that it would be better if the world just burned. <br><br>She said that it would be better if everyone else burned. <br><br>I just can’t get enough of her. And I know that if the world did burn, if the ocean did come in and light the entire town on fire. If everyone else burned too. Then it would be better. <br><br>Because I would be with her. <br><br>And I know that if I had the chance to join her, (wherever she is). I would take it in a second. <br><br>[Editing it slightly because I just woke up and I'm hungover ]