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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.

Okay, this was a bizarre dream I had last night. Gobo and I were walking down a street in Outer Space (you know, the human world), and for some reason, I had transformed myself into a Fraggle. We met a Fraggle in Outer Space — no, not Traveling Matt. This Fraggle was a girl, and she must have...

Bump. The apartment building where I live has a multi-unit mailbox. When I got home from work tonight, the mailbox was out of its concrete foundation. I turned around, and there it was, half-standing and half-leaning under a tree. After checking my mail, I asked the manager of our building...

I’ve been so lonely, grieving for my father and my aunt and uncle, who have all died within the past few years. We had some rain today, and this song started going through my mind.

Thank you very much.

What, exactly, is Gillis’ role on Fraggle Rock? Muppet Wiki describes him as “the resident musician of Fraggle Rock.” But Gobo and Wembley reside in Fraggle Rock, and I think of them as musicians — Gobo plays the guitar, and Wembley plays the bongos. I know that Gillis conducted a group of...

I just dreamed that it was the 80s and that I had a job on the set of Fraggle Rock. In my dream, I was explaining to some visitors that to cope with sweating under the lights, I would look around and think, “Well, at least I’m not a Gorg.”

This song always make me feel like crying. Poor Wembley.

Thank you.

I just got the news that my aunt has died. :cry: