Well, not me, actually.
Dream: Girl and I are in film class (for some reason taught by my high school Spanish teacher) about to watch The Wolf Man. Girl and I cuddle, the movie begins: Close up on a scraggly-haired bearded man, biting a woman repeatedly on the neck as she stands on her front porch. He leaves. The door opens, and her boyfriend is there. Close up on her face: her eyes are wolfish yellow, the shape of her face subtly changed and sinister.
Now I am with my girlfriend (a different girl from before) in her father's laboratory. He is demonstrating the miraculous properties of fire and water. "Look!" he says, striking a match, "How powerful fire is." There is a bowl of water on the table in front of him. Somehow I know it contains several drops of my girl's blood. Father continues, "And yet when exposed to water--" he dips the match in the bowl. A gout of flame shoots up, and I know. Father and I go into the back room. "My daughter eez a verevolf," he says, in a thick Eastern European accent. "I know," I tell him. "Their blood is combustible, isn't it?" "Oh yez. I remember last time" (brief flash of a bowl of blood and fire) "Oooh! It still give me hangovers to think about it."
She is waiting for us in the other room.
End dream.
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I have only just realized: The girl bitten and my girlfriend in the second scene are the same, and I am the boyfriend character in the first scene.
Why does it start in the form of a movie?
What is it about?
The fire in the blood passed on, one person to the next, by that bite.
...Isn't that all of us?
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