Take that Petula

So last night, andymac, the flatmate, and myself are chilling out watching some Classic MTV's downtown (a truly magnificent show that is only of interest if you spent more than 7 consecutive nights in 2000 sitting in your parents basement wishing you had some semblance of life, and thinking that MTV cartoons could somehow tell you how to acquire one.) Alright so we were watching a particular episode involving a sesame street embroidered pillow, that in and of its self is cool, I have nothing but love for puppets and fabricated peoples of all sorts. Well I must say that some how the idea of nightmares based on being gummed (I say gummed rather than eaten since he lacks teeth) to death by Oscar the grouch or cookie monster in a quasi erotic matter, somehow inexplicably arose. Now I don't mean that as an euphemism for oral sex but rather in that in really may be a bit ticklish from being felt on skin. So what would such a nightmare mean... I have resolved to ask my local resident gypsy or his professor concubine. I truly hope that a combined effort of the worlds greatest minds could explain to me what such a nightmare might me for me psychologically, since having now having thought of it, I guarantee that as a prolific dreamer I will soon experience it... damn imagination and damn you MTV, I hope you rot in hell