Dream Guy
When Snuffy goes bad...
Steve Hetzel
Issue date: 2/8/02 Section: Features
Dear Dream Guy,
In my dream, I'm in high school and at a party in someone's basement. It's kind of smoky down there, and everything has a sepia tint to it. We're all having a good time when, all of a sudden, these terrorists dressed in black and carrying machine guns bust in and take us hostage. In all the commotion, I manage to get to a phone and call for help.
When help finally arrives, it turns out to be the Karate Kid and his trainer, Mr. Miyagi. They start kicking the terrorists' butts, and then everything disappears in a bright flash of purple light. I then find myself in a huge cave, held hostage by Mr. Snuffleupagus from Sesame Street. He looks really menacing, but I pick up a rock and nail him in the eye. As he flails in pain, I run past him and out of the cave.
Once outside, I find myself at the foot of a large hill in the middle of a field. All around me are hundreds of pilgrims who are shooting at each other from behind rocks and bushes. Some of the pilgrims are dressed normally; others are wearing yellow hats with black buckles. Strangely, all of their mouths open sideways. The pilgrims don't seem to have noticed me. I turn around and see an angry Snuffy charging me, so I dart into the middle of the gunfight and run up the hill. Once I'm at the hill's top, I wake up.
—Am I scared of elephants?
Dear puppet elephant dreamer,
You begin back in high school, at a normal party. Suddenly, in bursts…not police officers, not parents back early from a weekend getaway, but the real deal: terrorists. With guns. Big ones. They're even dressed in black. And they have no purpose other than—you guessed it—search and destroy. In the face of this utter dread you manage to slip away and make the phone call. Although you aren't pulled back out of the Matrix just in time, you get the next best thing: the Karate Kid. He and his mentor proceed to whoop some terrorist behind. (Pow! Bap! Zocko!)
Just when you think it's safe, a purple haze envelopes everything and you find yourself pitted against a new enemy: Snuffleupagus. But he's no match for your quick wit; you hurl a rock into his huge, plastic, eye, and his yowl echoes as you flee.
In my dream, I'm in high school and at a party in someone's basement. It's kind of smoky down there, and everything has a sepia tint to it. We're all having a good time when, all of a sudden, these terrorists dressed in black and carrying machine guns bust in and take us hostage. In all the commotion, I manage to get to a phone and call for help.
When help finally arrives, it turns out to be the Karate Kid and his trainer, Mr. Miyagi. They start kicking the terrorists' butts, and then everything disappears in a bright flash of purple light. I then find myself in a huge cave, held hostage by Mr. Snuffleupagus from Sesame Street. He looks really menacing, but I pick up a rock and nail him in the eye. As he flails in pain, I run past him and out of the cave.
Once outside, I find myself at the foot of a large hill in the middle of a field. All around me are hundreds of pilgrims who are shooting at each other from behind rocks and bushes. Some of the pilgrims are dressed normally; others are wearing yellow hats with black buckles. Strangely, all of their mouths open sideways. The pilgrims don't seem to have noticed me. I turn around and see an angry Snuffy charging me, so I dart into the middle of the gunfight and run up the hill. Once I'm at the hill's top, I wake up.
—Am I scared of elephants?
Dear puppet elephant dreamer,
You begin back in high school, at a normal party. Suddenly, in bursts…not police officers, not parents back early from a weekend getaway, but the real deal: terrorists. With guns. Big ones. They're even dressed in black. And they have no purpose other than—you guessed it—search and destroy. In the face of this utter dread you manage to slip away and make the phone call. Although you aren't pulled back out of the Matrix just in time, you get the next best thing: the Karate Kid. He and his mentor proceed to whoop some terrorist behind. (Pow! Bap! Zocko!)
Just when you think it's safe, a purple haze envelopes everything and you find yourself pitted against a new enemy: Snuffleupagus. But he's no match for your quick wit; you hurl a rock into his huge, plastic, eye, and his yowl echoes as you flee.
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joey shabadoo
posted 2/17/08 @ 11:31 PM CST
poor old snuffleupagus is your worst enemy, go here you should feel at home http://muppet.wikia.com/wiki/Aloysius_Snuffleupagus
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