Ratchet’s Dream Diary — February 27, 2007

Upon arriving at my parents’ home for Christmas, I walk into the sun porch to find my mother decorating for the holidays. She is hanging a green garland around the windows; she looks back over her shoulder to say hello.

There is a bench to my left, where she has placed an array of white, textured, life-sized plaster models of people who are dead. They are all dressed in festive clothing, and cast in playful positions. A frozen woman leans back laughing, one hand pushing the shoulder of a plaster man wearing a red sweater with a snowflake design embroidered in white. His tongue is hanging out of his open mouth…hysterical with laughter or hysterical with fear…it’s impossible to tell the difference. A final scream before an untimely death?

To the right of this hellish Old [...]

Ratchet’s Dream Diary – November 29, 2007

I am standing at the window of my office in Midtown Manhattan, looking at a white marble building across the street. The white building has 6 holes in the side, about 40 stories up. Each hole is about 5 feet in diameter, has a short rim and is arranged in a 2×3 grid. I notice that there are creatures poking out of these holes. They look like the heads of birds, but they are reaching their necks and beaks up like newborns. Their feathers are a slick black against the clean surface of the building.

These enormous birds are being born out of the holes in the white building. The first of these birds shoots out of its hole, and as it does, it shows itself to be more of a bear shaped beast that [...]

Ratchet’s Dream Diary - December 31, 2007

I am straddling Glenn Close. She is radiant, wrapped in a white sarong that caresses her body and flows out over the bed to infinity. Her hair, a pile of tousled blond curls, seems to glow in the darkness that surrounds us. I stand, my legs on either side of hers, which lie bent over the edge of the bed. Lying on her back, her arms stretched toward me, she bids me to come forward and collapse into her embrace.

I want to fall into her, to feel the fabric and her arms around me, but instead I freeze, lost in thought. Is it right for me to physically commingle with an actress of her caliber? Certainly, her passion seems real enough, and we are shooting a film, after all. Presumably this is [...]