A few years ago I had a dream... It was a very rainy (and cloudy) day and I was in a tiny cottage. I think I had a few characters staying to eat soup or something??? I was in the kitchen, which had yellow walls with a white counter. The kitchen, I remember, was quite small, and no wonder, for it was a cottage. Then Cookie told me something like, ''Well, I'm going to Sesame Street now.'' I suggested he take an umbrella, and he declined the offer. He went out the kitchen door, to which, when you looked out of its window, you could see a wide grassy hill, almost like an arboretum, to your left, and in the near distance, some woods to the right. He walked a stone path into the woods and went on his way. I don't know why, but to this day, that scene still holds some sentiment to me. It's just so emotional. But, I had never been in this cottage before in my life, let me tell you that.
Sigh.