I had a dream about you. At first you were a mannequin and I was a fashion designer. Then inexplicably we switched roles and I became the mannequin. But instead of putting clothes on me you laughed at my nakedness and you sold me to the owner of a sex shop.

I had a dream about you. You looked like you but you also looked like a mannequin. And I looked like me but I also looked like a mannequin. Between the two of us we were too fake even for Hollywood. And as such we were forced to reside in Washington DC.

I had a dream about you. In my dream I stole all your money kidnapped your parents and mailed you mannequin parts spray-painted red in a series of packages that also included ransom notes. Then towards the end of the dream the cops surrounded my cave and swarmed in to arrest me. Sweating my eyes shot open and I realized it was a dream. Of course its a dream I thought. The cops have no idea where my cave is and your first package has yet to be delivered.

I had a dream about you. We installed Dr. Robert Jarviks artificial heart in a mannequin and brought it to life only to later kill it because a creature thats all fake heart and no brain is whats commonly called a politician and must be destroyed.