circa 1979
the dream: i’m being chased by sweetums, the large, fuzzy, fang-toothed muppet. he chases me along a long balcony. when we get to the end i ‘magically’ have a squeak toy rubber spoon in my hands. i chase sweetums, wielding the spoon to let him know i’m not afraid of him.
my thoughts: this was either a recurring dream or just so vivid that i’ve always remembered it. we would watch the muppet show on sunday nights. the rubber spoon was something we had, probably a toy for one of my younger siblings.
