weird/sick recurring dream....... Help me interpret it please?

Hey, I'm Kyra, I'm new to here, but I need some help interpreting this dream, I've had it for about 5 years, and it only occasionally pops up?? :s

It's pretty sick and twisted I'll give you that, but as a pacifist and a vegetarian, i am slightly confused as to why I am having this dream..... So I'll give you the overview of the dream :)

My dream always starts off, I am in an old farm house, my dream house, in a Scottish mountain somewhere.... I am sitting next to a side table in my living room, on a comfy leather arm chair, with a blazing old log wood fire going. I am reading a book, and drinking tea, when I hear my front door slam open, as I put my book down, to go and investigate, standing in my hall is a very good looking man. In my dream I think he is either my fiancee or my husband..

He has shaggy brown/blond 'emo kid' hair, but is very mature in the face, with a very cute small nose, and a little, triangular, goatee beard. Although he is petite in the face, his structure is very tall and quite skimpy like a Tim Burton character.......

He always wears a white band shirt, and black skinny jeans, with converse trainers on.

Standing in the hall, he is sopping wet, and is covered in blood, his shirt is dripping with the stuff, and his hands are painted crimson. I ask him what has happened, and he looks at me blankly, walks to the other arm chair, sits with his legs tucked up in fetal position, puts his head in his hands, and weeps.

Again I ask him what is wrong, and what has happened, and he walks off, into the back garden, where I find him in fetal position again, in the corner of the garden, in the rain.

I approach him, and put my hands on his shoulders, and he is dithering. Without saying anything to him, he turns to look at me, and tells me how he has killed another man. Then goes into detail, how he has stabbed him, and sliced him, so blood spurted out everywhere, and how he didn't kill him right there and then, so that he could watch him bleed to death slowly...........

--Yeah it sound sick so far.... wait until you hear the next bit....--

So, there we are in the garden, him telling me this story.... But he isn't weeping anymore, he has a sick grin on his face, and fire in his eyes.....

I hug his head against my chest, and tell him everything is going to be alright, and whilst I'm hugging him, I start to feel the blood thickening on him, and seeping through my clothes. I then feel massively aroused, and as if he can sense it like an animal, he looks up, and starts kissing me, the most intense, romantic kiss ever. When he has kissed me, he then lays me down on my back, in a puddle of blood which has appeared from no where, and we make love. The feeling that comes over me is...... weird.... I don't know what to make of it, but it is fantastic, and it is a brilliant feeling..... And it is still there when I wake up.... it's so weird :?

So yeah? Don't know what this means, or why it keeps recurring!?! If anybody can help it would be great :)

If you need any more info I'll try to help xx