I had a dream about you. I ran a marathon like a mannequin stands still and you stood still like Roger Bannister runs errands.

I had a dream about you. You wanted to make love to me and I wanted to sell you a talking mannequin that looked like me. You said you didnt pay for sex and I said I didnt sell to just anybody. But we both knew we were both lying.

I had a dream about you. I asked you to dance and you said you already had a partner. That was when I noticed you were embracing a mannequin and I felt my face get flushed and I felt flustered. Its embarrassing when a mannequin is a better dancer than you but at least I was more agile than my grandpa who was making a fool of himself in the bathroom as he tried to tango with a urinal.