i had a dream drink in a black bar last night, i think it was whiskey, 80 cents a glass. i laughed at the cost, but then thought, this is gonna kill me. maybe it was because r. opened a bottle of wine and asked if it was ok, and i said why? you think i'm gonna drink? she said no i don't think so. and in the other room i mumbled, i could, any time you know, i didn't take the pledge.
we saw a portuguese werewolf movie last night. why are there so many vampire and werewolf movies now. something to do with being taken over unwillingly, about a transformation that's happening in between the individual psyche and the mass insanity and artificiality, the severance of sense and nature.
in the end it seemed the werewolf and his mom were reconciled to their nature and joined in facing the mob.