Well...in the dream department, I've had more then one dream pertaining to our favorite youngester of the Muppet troupe.
I was an assistant on The Muppet Show, (somehow..cause it was over way before I was born. XD) like assistant to one of the Muppeters. I figured out I was basically Richard's gofer. XD I got him the puppets he needed, got him coffee, and other stuff. And I helped the other gofers with stuff that needed to be done. Well, one time during a run, Scooter's arm got a rip in it, and they really needed it to be fixed. I know my way with a needle and thread, so I got him super quick, and fixed Scooter. It wasn't particularly the henson stitch, but it got him fixed. (plus his arm is inside of his jacket, so they couldn't see it anyways.
After the run for the day, they all went out (it was a thursday I believe) to the italian resturant. Normally, I don't go with them. But Richard invited me to it. They talked about the show, while I gushed on about how it was so exciting to work with them, and all this other stuff.
(I dont' know how, but I remember clearly one exchange during the dream. It probably won't sound like what they'd say, but it's what was said.)
Jim: Richard, what do you think about this skit for next weeks show? *Hands Richard a set of papers, with text on it, presumablely the script.*
Richard: *glances at it, then sets it down on the table.* Looks great, Jim. *He seems preoccuiped talking to me.*
Jerry: Seems Richard has a girlfriend now. I guess gofer's don't look to far, do they.
Richard: *not taking his eyes off of me, although I've stopped talking now.* Your face, Jerry.
Frank: You
do like her! Come on, you can't get sidetracked, Richard. We're trying to do the show for next week here.
Dave: *smirking over at Richard now.* Why did you bring her? Was it because she fixed Scooter for you?
Richard: ....uh...yeah. She's really nice! And she listens to us, instead of always gushing and forgetting what to do.
Frank: She listens to you, and to Jim. *rolls his eyes scarstacially* She dosn't listen to me.
Sara: I do listen to you Frank. I just don't know what you're meaning when you say some stuff, that's all. *Smiles.* You're such a diva, but you don't even know it!
Jim: *Smiling softly, takes a sip of water and closes his eyes gently.* Yeah, she's got ya there, Frank.
Frank: What!? *Somehow, he pulls off the "Piggy pouting face"* I'm not a diva!
Dave: She's right.
Jerry: Yep.
Frank: *Gets flustered, and in a classic Piggy fashion, stands up and places the napkin back on the table, and starts to walk away from the table.*
Richard: Where are you going?
Frank: To the bathroom, okay? I'll be back in a bit. *Is frowning deeply.*
*Richard, and everyone else starts laughing, and I start snickering. Then I wake up from the dream.*