Keep in mind that snow in Colorado Springs is a very gentle affair despite the complaints of transplanted Californians and a few natives who lack any real perspective when it comes to weather. Kids get to stay home from school if there are three to four inches on the ground. Back in the day I'd be laughed at and pushed out the door to walk to school, uphill, both ways.
My one disappointment, besides the volume, was the fact that I didn't have the pleasure of watching it come down. I always like watching snowfall. Heck, I like getting bundled up and walking around while it's coming down.
In my dream the Powerpuff Girls retained their physical aspect yet their personalities swapped and would randomly cycle through the girls. Bubbles would become surly and itching for a fight like Buttercup while Blossom would become vapid and a caricature of girliness. My brain became so fixed on this that a grid was formed to help me figure out how each would act with the passage of time and predict who would be amenable and who would be most likely to use extreme force to extricate my skull via my asshole.
By the time I woke the first time I almost had it figured out.
