Recent content by Mary Louise

Last night, I dreamed I met Linda Bove. Even though I don’t speak much sign language, I was able to sign, “May I walk with you?” and she said yes.

Here is the Rachel clip in Latin:

Last night, I dreamed that Ma Gorg was chasing Wembley and screaming, “Oh, no, a Fraggle!” without noticing that she had shrunk to his size!

Last night, I dreamed that I got a behind-the-scenes look at this sketch. The crew kept cracking each other up by shouting, “I’ll go get a Band-Aid!”

Last night, I dreamed I met Wembley. At first, he was preoccupied and didn't want to talk, but he changed his mind when I said he was my favorite Fraggle.

Bump. I just found a clip of it on YouTube.

Bump. I found a clip of this sketch on YouTube.

Bump. Last night, I woke up from a sad dream. My Boober doll must have shifted a little, because he patted me on the arm.

Last night, I dreamed I was friends with Richard Hunt. He asked me what was wrong, and I reminded him that I was grieving for my dad. Then he took me into a little cafe and offered to buy me something, but I wasn’t hungry. I think I wound up getting a cup of tea.

Last night, I dreamed I was going to take a walk and do some kind of errand. I put my Tomy plush of Mokey in my backpack, with her head sticking out, thinking it was an errand a Fraggle might enjoy. I ran into some bullies, but I got away before they could do anything to me or Mokey.

I just found a copy of the jogging clip in much better visual quality.

Bump. I would love to hug Oscar. Then he’d complain, and I’d say, “But, Oscar, I was only trying to make you mad. I thought Grouches loved getting angry.” :stick_out_tongue:

And this one soothed my nerves today.

Now I am listening to this sound frequency.

Not a song, but a sound frequency, because I’ve got the blues.