You hate silence and you start nervous talking

"Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup" You say randomly

"What-" Ghost ask

"And you were mustard...which is weird...because you are usually mayonnaise in my dreams" You say...half way zoned out

"Of course I am" He says...not surprised

"Why do you think that is?" You ask

"I don't fucking know! Just hush!" He says...annoyed