Last night, I had three dreams:My parents were stiff mannequins that just stood around like the “Jeremy” music video, but you could read their minds.
They were super angry at my sister, since they found what appeared to be a bag of weed in her bag, and she was claiming that she was holding onto it for a friend.
I open it and smell it; I then had to explain to a mannequin version of my mother, hunched over the kitchen table, that it was a bag of oregano.
Minutes later, my sister’s friend comes by and picks up the oregano. She had my sister get it from Bulk Barn for a casserole.
My parents silently watched this and didn’t apologize, all while being expressive mannequinsI was on Tumblr and really angry for some reason,
and I coined the term “pinkface” to describe a straight actor playing a gay character.
I walked away from the computer, came back, and saw my follower count had gone down to 7I tried to buy a copy of Beetlejuice from HMV.
The employees looked at me weirdly, and in confused desperation, I described the plot, which refreshed their memory. Beetlejuice was called Benis in this dream world, and it always had been.
Everything else about the movie was the same, except now characters were saying “Benis” three times to summon Benis