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For anyone that read my previous post about my boyfriend, it's the same bloke. For anyone that reads through all this, thank you!! please help, 'cause I am totally freakin' out!!

I have known this person for over a year and during that time have spent a lot of time together: he has spent days at a time at my house, sometimes over a week. He has always seemed pretty stable, being kind of egocentric, childish, aloof and antagonistic, while vacillating between wanting and not wanting a relationship with me.

A couple weeks ago, everything changed. He was trying to argue philosophically with me but he was having difficulty understanding what I was saying. Thinking I denied that everything is temporal, he threw my roommate's bowl across the room, in an attempt to smash it and prove its temporality. I was horrified by this. He rudely made his way out, as if it was I who had done the offensive thing. He tried to contact me almost immediately to apologize, but I was so shooken up that I withdrew from him and, since it seemed that he didn't think his behaviour was any big deal, broke up with him over the internet a few days later.

After giving me only a brief cooling-off period, he wanted to meet me again, under the role of "aquaintances", since we agreed we could try that "after a while." That was last Saturday. Within hours he was flirting with me, and when that fell flat, he was unabashedly apologizing for everything, asking me to take him back. And I did. And he has begun treating me like he has never treated me before. He has decided he "loves" me. He pictures us being together forever, (imagines going to the same graduate school, his getting a vasectomy and our adopting children, for example,) although he is okay with not-forever, as long as I am with him spiritually. He is become extremely affectionate, caressing, giving loving looks, complementing, trying to do anything to make me happy, and treating me like royalty. I am not playing hard-to-get or anything like that, mind. Now, this is all a little disturbing, not because I don't enjoy being treated like an angel, but because it's quite the drastic change from his previous self. It's no big deal though, when you consider how else he's changed:

Starting last Saturday (same time as the love-bug hit him) he realized "they" were watching him. It started out that every noise in other apartments in my building were gunshots or bombs. His skin was hot and his hair was falling out, so there must have been a nuclear war and we were all dying. We were all going to die from this war with Iraq. We were all going to die tonight. He was going to die. He really believed it. He called his family to chat with them, before he died. He felt he probably had cancer. He wanted to call 911. He called his dad and asked him to drive him to the hospital. His dad arrived, but he changed his mind and got some food at Wendy's with his dad instead. The next day, he knew that all the people on the TTC were talking about him, saying he was high on drugs. He had to get off the TTC, so he got a cab and the driver told him all about how the CIA caused the WTT attack and that there is no real war in Iraq. He told me he understood what was really going on now and that the media was covering it up, and to shhhhhhhhh! because they will kill us if we say anything.

That night, same thing as last: he knew he was going to die. Tonight. I told him to call Telehealth, which is a diagnostic health service over the phone where we live. He described symptoms and they said they would send an ambulence. An ambulence arrived and he went down to meet them. I recieved a call from the ambulence driver telling me that my boyfriend had changed his mind and wanted to come back to my home. The ambulence driver seemed surprised that I didn't mind if my boyfriend wanted to come back inside. I talked to my boyfriend and told him he may as well go to the hospital so he can know everything is okay. When he came back in the morning, he told me the ambulence driver and the cop with him were threatening him, and forcing him to stay on the ambulence against his will. They took an electrocardiogram reading for "their" (evil) purposes and dropped him off at the (good) hospital. Apparently the (good) psychiatrists in the hospital had a hidden camera in the washroom and watched him urinate into a cup. They gave 'good' medication, a sedative ("to help me sleep!") and a prescription for an anti-psychotic (really just a placebo to throw 'evil them' off track).

He tells me that these two sides, no longer the CIA but some secret information organizations, are competing for him. The evil one, he concluded today, is not necessarily evil, because everyone is good and everyone is just "Seeking salvation". They want him because he's so intellegent, and he's on the verge of discovering something mathematically that could change the world. Show the world beauty, bring the world salvation. He says the hospital psychiatrist wants him to stay "for a little while" and he says he know it will maybe LOOK like he is a psychiatric inpatient but it's not that, at all. He expects I will see him on TV, where he will be sitting in an Iraqui oil plant that's being bombed, and die. But, of course, he won't really die, because there is no real war in Iraq, and this will be in an elaborate hollywood studio. He is almost certain he is the special one that the government needs to bring about this change.

I don't know what to do! It sounds like he is about to voluntarily commit himself to an institution, and I don't know if they think he is dangerous or what. I don't know what's going on or what to do, but I care about him and I want to do the best thing. I don't think his family or friends have any idea what's going on either, although he tells me he knows they do, which they communicate to him using "double messages" so it sounds like a normal conversation, although it's really not.

ANY ADVICE APPRECIATED! ACK!!!