Amurehna

I woke up in the middle of the night, confused. I kept dreaming my room at an odd angle, every time I fell asleep I would open my eyes, see my room and think I was in a different place. I woke up and went to turn on the air conditioner, I was so disoriented that I didn't realize until I opened the door that I wasn't still asleep and that my purpose in opening the door was to turn on the air conditioner =/. Reverse false awakening? FALSE SLEEP. o.O I dunno.

In this one I'm male. I have no idea what I look like, which is fairly unusual. My girlfriend looks like this chick, Michaela McManus. ((I have no idea why she's popping up in my dreams, I'm not even watching any tv shows she acts in. *shrugs* I don't even think she's particularly pretty.))
We've been together for 2 years, we live together. The whole thing feels distant, disconnected. Like we're strangers just pretending to know one another. She's been secretive, but I've never pressed the issue. We're staying with a friend of mine while we're out of town, a guy from WL work named Shay. We've been there for a few weeks.
I'm standing in our bedroom. She has just left, hinting heavily that it's finally time for us to take the next step. She's left a ring case on the foot of the bed, so I can go out and propose to her at dinner. I pick up the ring box. I feel trapped, like I've led myself into a corner. I don't want to get married, but I can't back out without causing a huge fuss. I walk over to the dresser and in the mirror I catch a glimpse of the light grey suit I'm wearing.
I absently think that it's been a long time since we've done more than sleep on our opposite sides of the bed, how we never even touch each other.
It's too late now.

I walk out into the hallway, it's L shaped and painted bright orange-yellow, I'm greeted by Shay's father who has been away for a couple of months. He's a police officer. Michaela rounds the corner and stops short, becoming tense. Shay's father turns his eyes to her...

I wake up in bed. Someone has come to talk to me about what happened. I'm alone, she's gone. They ask me if I knew who she was when we started dating.
"What do you mean? Who is she?"
They explain that she's a serial killer who kills other criminals. She started out extorting bad men and then killing them, then she found herself in a relationship with Dan, a serial killer who seduced women and then killed them. At first they didn't realize that she had murdered another serial killer until they started doing some digging.
Two of her women friends from that time in her life show up and explain how she used to be.
"Was she that way when you knew her?"
"No. I thought I knew her pretty well, too. How funny." I say, but mostly I'm just relieved that I've been given an out. Someone has called into work for me, since this will soon be all over the news and myself along with her.
"Can you believe we're chasing_______"
"What'd you say?" I ask, since I didn't hear the name.
"She Who Kills."
"She Who Kills?" I ask incredulously, "What a stupid name for a serial killer."

The police show me a video from overseas of when she worked a military officer. How she waited outside the bar he was in until he noticed her. She pretended to be military. There's a guy in a car taking pictures so he can blackmail the guy.

Something about going into an antique jewelry store and the clerk laying out small gold tiles that were supposed to interlock into a bracelet. It's about then that I recognize the design on their gift boxes, that this is where she bought her ring.
"Sir? Will you be purchasing this today?"
Stunned and suddenly sad, I put the box down. "No, I don't think I will."