INTERVIEW LOG

DATE: 2002/11/16

INTERVIEWER: Dr. Reiner

SUBJECT: Rupert Duccasoux

[BEGIN LOG.]

REINER: What do you recall about 'Cragglewood Park'?

SUBJECT: Jesus. Is that what this is about? It's just this nightmare I used to have.

REINER: Can you elaborate?

SUBJECT: I mean, I think it's — it's probably based on some actual theme-park I went to as a little kid, y'know? Probably traumatized the shit out of me.

REINER: What happens in the nightmare?

SUBJECT: I enter this theme-park. It's like Disneyland, but smaller. There's no rides; just this long, winding road through the woods. Everything's bright and colorful, like in a cartoon. And there's these trees all around me, but…

REINER: Tell me about the trees.

SUBJECT: They've all got faces. And they're singing. They've got these dopey, cheerful looks, like in one of those old time cartoons, right? And they just sing and laugh and sing.

REINER: Can you tell me anything else?

SUBJECT: There's this music that's playing everywhere. It's like organ music, but not the kind you hear in a church. More like the sort you might hear in a carnival.

REINER: You mentioned before that there aren't any rides.

SUBJECT: Uh, no, wait. No, I'm wrong. There's rides — there's one ride. Just one ride. It's that thing with horses that goes around in circles. You know what I'm talking about?

REINER: A carousel.

SUBJECT: Right. That thing. It's where the organ music is coming from.

REINER: Were you there alone?

SUBJECT: No. There's other kids with me. They're not happy to be there, either. We're all smiling and laughing, but we're just doing it to stop ourselves from crying, y'know? To fool the trees. So the trees don't see how scared we are. To keep the trees happy.

REINER: Keep them happy?

SUBJECT: Yeah.

REINER: Is there anything else you can tell us?

SUBJECT: Um, fuck. I don't know. I haven't dreamed about this place in ages. Uh, I think… There's one bit, near the end.

REINER: Please, relax. Take as much time as you need.

[Subject closes his eyes.]

SUBJECT: Just as I'm getting ready to leave, I see something. A tiny tree, sprouting up near my foot. It looks up at me. It's smiling, smiling with that big, dopey, happy grin. When I see it, that's when I start screaming. That's when I wake up.

REINER: Why does that tree make you scream?

[Subject opens his eyes.]

SUBJECT: Because it has my face.

[END LOG.]