"Yeah. So..." He walked over to his bed and hopped up backward into it. "My dream." Clasping his hands in between his knees, he took a moment to pull his words together before talking.

"It feels kinda like... sliding, or- or maybe being carried? And walking from Fraggle Rock out into the sunlight. But it isn't like going into the Gorgs' garden, it's stepping out onto more rock. Only this one stretches as far as the eye can see, and it's all kinds of golds and browns and greys. And I can see Fraggles, but too far to make out who anybody is."

His eyelids dropped a little as he continued thinking. "I can't see myself but I still feel like it's me doing the looking, y'know? Everything's bright and sunny and warm, that sort of warm where the stone's been in the sun all day and it almost hurts to touch, but not quite. And there's a couple Fraggles with me, but I can't really seem them either, but they're warm too. The kind when Mokey gives you a hug. I can hear music, and there's partying and stuff, normal Fraggle things. And I can hear bells and..."

Gobo breathed out a sigh, shaking his head. "That's it. That's all the dream is."