Thomas K’s Dream Diary – August 7th, 2008 When coffee is no longer a tangible thing and exists only as an ethereal question, the sharp derangement of the day has not yet reached its peak. When this question is answered… …you will find yourself in a wood-paneled room seated in an appropriately uncomfortable chair, properly […]

Ratchet’s Dream Diary — May 15, 2008 I unlock the door to my apartment building, exhausted after a long day at work. As I open the door, I find that Bonnie, my upstairs neighbor, is standing at the bottom of the stairs, her young daughter at her side. She is holding a strange bundle. She […]