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 the level where I would think about her every five seconds. I would think about her when I was at work. When I was driving. When I was eating. When I was brushing my teeth. I would think about her during sex and I would think about her when I was sleeping. <br><br>And it’s not like she’s some gem among gems or anything. She’s pretty. But not prettier than other prettier girls. She’s smart. But not smarter than other smart girls. She’s fun. But not more fun than other fun girls. She’s just… Nicole. <br><br>And for some reason I just can’t get enough. I was addicted. I was obsessed. And I knew it. <br><br>And I loved it. I loved her. I LOVED her. <br><br>And she loved me. And I was happy. I was so happy. And I had no reason to suspect she didn’t feel the same way. I mean, sure she wasn’t as infatuated as I was. But she was still crazy about me. That much was evident. And she would tell me all the time how much she loved me and how special I was and how lucky she was to have me and all that. And she was the sweetest girl I had ever met. And I would be foolish to see her as anything other than the perfect girlfriend that she was. <br><br>And I didn’t. <br><br>Except that she talks in her sleep. <br><br>And what she says isn’t so nice. <br><br>The first time it happened I had just started snoozing next to her. Well, officially, that is. We’d spent many a night together but Nicole had never slept over my apartment before. I had slept over hers many times, but she was always adamant that she never felt comfortable in my place. And that was fine. But it didn’t stop me from falling asleep while she was over. <br><br>And it didn’t take very long to notice something wasn’t right. <br><br>It was about 3am when I first heard it. <br><br>*“Why won’t it stop raining?”*<br><br>I groggily looked at Nicole. She was dead asleep. <br><br>I rubbed my eyes, wondering if it had all been a dream, but when I opened them again I saw Nicole’s lips continue to move. <br><br>*“I’m going to drown down here.”*<br><br>I sat up in bed. I looked at her with a baffled expression. Was she talking in her sleep? What the fuck was she saying? Why wouldn’t it stop raining? <br><br>*“Rita stop!”*<br><br>I shook her gently. I wanted her to stop. I didn’t like it. <br><br>*“Rita! Look what you’ve done! You’ve hurt your sister! And it won’t stop raining!”*<br><br>I shook her harder. <br><br>*“Why won’t it stop! Why won’t it stop! Why-”*<br><br>“Nicole.”<br><br>She gasped and jolted upright. “What? What is it?”<br><br>I stared at her. “Were you talking in your sleep or something?”<br><br>“Oh. Yeah. I sometimes do that.”<br><br>“Yeah. Why were you talking about the rain?”<br><br>She looked at me groggily. “I don’t know. I was dreaming about the weather, I guess.”<br><br>I smiled. “Idiot.”<br><br>She smiled back. “Shut up.”<br><br>But the smile soon disappeared from my face as I thought about what she had actually said. <br><br>*Why won’t it stop raining?* <br><br>*Look what you’ve done! You’ve hurt your sister! And it won’t stop raining!* <br><br>I shook my head. It didn’t matter. She was talking in her sleep. It didn’t mean anything. <br><br>But it happened again the next night. And the next. <br><br>And each time she would say something different. Sometimes it wasn’t so bad. Sometimes it was downright silly. But other times, it was twisted and disturbing. And I would sit up in bed and I couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night after that. <br><br>I would shake her every time. And she would wake up and have no idea what she had said. She would just laugh and go back to sleep and leave me to lay there furiously thinking about what she had said. <br><br>*“He’s going to eat me! He’s going to eat me!”*<br><br>*“Not that way honey, are you sure that’s– ow.”*<br><br>*“If you don’t stop making so much goddamn noise you’re going to wake up the whole neighborhood!”*<br><br>*“Give me the keys you shitty little thief!”*<br><br>*“No no no don’t shoot me shoot my husband he’s the one who-”*<br><br>*“You can’t come in here!”*<br><br>*“You’re doing it all wrong! You’re doing it all wrong!”*<br><br>*“How’s your mother? I haven’t seen her in a long time. Is she still a dumb cunt?”*<br><br>*“There’s nothing to be afraid of! You’ll be dead in the morning!”*<br><br>*“I think we broke him.”*<br><br>*“Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.”*<br><br>*“Their blood is on your hands.”*<br><br>*“No. No. No. No. No. No. No.”*<br><br>I couldn’t sleep after she would say these things. Sometimes I would get so light headed and I would feel like I was blacking out. I would shake so violently. I would sweat so profusely. <br><br>But Nicole never noticed. <br><br>And she would always go back to sleep. <br><br>It never affected her. <br><br>But it affected me. And it lingered on my mind. I worried about it. And I thought about it. And I obsessed over it. <br><br>I mean, what the hell did some of those things mean? *‘Their blood is on your hands’.* Who was she talking about? What the hell did she mean? <br><br>And that other one, *‘I think we broke him’.* That scared the hell out of me. Who were they talking about? And what did they break? And how did they break him? <br><br>I knew it was all just a collection of random sentences with no unifying theme. I knew this. But I always found myself connecting the dots. I always found myself making them fit together into some sort of narrative. <br><br>I obsessed over it. <br><br>And I loved it. I loved her. I LOVED her. <br><br>And I knew it was getting out of hand. After all, I wasn’t just some bystander overhearing things I shouldn’t hear. This was my girlfriend. This was Nicole. Nicole who I loved. <br><br>So one night I did something different. Instead of shaking her until she woke up and rubbing her head until she fell back to sleep, I just listened. <br><br>And she talked for a while. And it wasn’t nice. And it wasn’t pretty. It was pretty horrible, actually. <br><br>*“She’s stronger than she was last time. We’re going to have a harder time tormenting her.”*<br><br>*“What’s that supposed to mean?”*<br><br>*“It means we’re going to have a harder time tormenting her.”*<br><br>*“I don’t think I can keep doing this. I think I might be too sickened by it to continue.”*<br><br>*“Just watch. And learn.”*<br><br>*“I think we’re making her worse.”*<br><br>*“No. We’re making her better.”*<br><br>*“She’s starting to change. We need to do something about her. We can’t let her keep-”*<br><br>That was all I heard. Because Nicole stopped talking and I couldn’t hear anymore. <br><br>But it was enough. I sat up in bed and I rubbed my temples. I felt like I was going crazy. I had to talk to her about it. I had to say something. It was gone too far. <br><br>I looked at her. She was sleeping like a baby. <br><br>I reached out to gently shake her. <br><br>But stopped myself. <br><br>I thought about it. <br><br>And I realized I didn’t want to know. <br><br>I realized that I didn’t need to know. <br><br>And I realized that I would keep her no matter what. Not because I had to. But because I wanted to. <br><br>And that was enough. <br><br>I didn’t care about anything else. <br><br>I didn’t care about what she said. <br><br>I didn’t care about anything. <br><br>I only cared about Nicole. <br><br>And I LOVED her. <br><br>I LOVVVVVED her. <br><br>And I would never stop.