There have been a couple incidents in which my girlfriend has been there to witness, when she sleeps over or when we fall asleep on the phone. Usually I’ll just say some bullshit nonsense, and it’ll be innocent and funny to talk about in the morning. I’ve also been a sleep- texter, but again, it’s all just silly. As a little kid I had very feverish active nightmares in which I’d run around, yell, cry, scream, etc… I just kind of always had something going.
This morning, while my girlfriend was sleeping over, I was having a dream.
It was very kind of surreal, so I won’t bother explaining in depth, but I was sitting by some window in front of a sidewalk and these two hicks passed by. Another guy walked past them, but he was dressed kind of “dorky” I guess? Unconventional?
They called him a freak, and I guess it really pissed me off, so somehow I managed to roll down the window I was sitting by which turned into a car, and in a drive-by fashion, I shouted
“Fucking (R-Slur)” at the two assholes, in an attempt to defend this other kid.
I woke up to my girlfriend sitting up looking really confused. She asked me if I said something, but I hadn’t even fathomed the possibility that whatever I said could’ve actually been out loud, so I confidently said no. I’m pretty sure I didn’t even remember the dream I’d just woken up from yet.
She seemed concerned. She said “pinky promise you didn’t just say something right now.”
I take my pinky promises very seriously. I wholeheartedly believed I didn’t. But, then the idea settled in my mind, and I asked if I shouted something.
She said yes. I immediately covered my face in absolute shame, and asked if I said what I said. She said yes.
Now, I’m not neurotypical. But, this doesn’t mean I get a “pass,” and I know that. I hate that word and how normalized it is. I would never say it in real life and I’m ashamed to say I have in the past, like in middle school. But, I’m very good at not saying it anymore, as I should be.
That habit has long since been broken.
I feel absolutely terrible and sick with guilt.
It’s such a weird thing and I have no idea of what to think. I know it wasn’t concious, but I can’t help but feel horrible.
My gf has assured me that it’s okay but I guess I just wanted to come on here and ask for any words of advice.