How I got rid of my ex-flatmate

Date: 3/13/2019

I dreamed that my ex-flatmate who tried to rip me off by stealing half of our house deposit was a guest at my family’s in Italy. We had made peace and were best friends again. It was some kind of holidays and all my relatives were in a festive mood. My flatmate played the part of the sweetest girl in the world and when we were lying on the couch she even tried to kiss me. When she tried to do this, her features changed and I pushed her away. Later on, we were eating with my family and I saw she had straightened her dyed reddish hair and was talking in her best mellow high-pitched voice. I saw nothing wrong with it, but then I realised she had thrown an architecture magazine that my father had given her as a present in the rubbish bin. I got so pissed and went to look for her. When I found her, I dragged by the hair in the middle of the living room and shouted in front of my relatives: “She’s a fucking traitor! She doesn’t give a fuck about us, she’s just pretending to be my friend and she’s taking advantage of our hospitality! Look what he did to your magazine, dad!” I showed the torn magazine to everybody. My ex-flatmate started to laugh hysterically and all of a sudden her hair reverted to its curled shape and her teeth became long and sharp like those of a vampire. She bit me on the arm. I then saw my father stand up and stab her with a kitchen knife. We closed her into a plastic bag and planned to drop her off at the closest hotel. We drove for a couple of hours into the countryside until we found one open and left the bag at the reception desk with a note explaining what had happened. We also left money to pay for her stay before her flight back to Turkey, which was scheduled in 2 days. Then, we drove back home to be on time to celebrate my cousin Marcello’s birthday.