Friday morning, I dreamt that I and my fiance had pulled into the parking lot of a peanut factory which we'd been hoping to visit for some time. They had a peanut gift shop out front, with tall shrub hedges hemming in the tiny parking lot. (No idea why a peanut factory...though my sweetie does really like salted nut rolls.) An old touring bus was parked there. As we walked toward the gift shop entrance, a small group of people came out, down some steps, and headed for the bus, chatting amongst themselves and ignoring us. I paid no attention until I saw the Newsman trotting along with them. He wasn't wearing glasses or his trademark plaid, and was the only Muppet present. I turned around to watch him, thinking, "Oh hey wow, I bet that's the real Newsie!"
I was about to go ask for his autograph when my alarm went off. Curses!