You had gone in for surgery and ghost was waiting by your bed waiting for you to wake up, after a few hours the anesthesia wore off enough for you to wake up, you were still pretty loopy so you started talking about your dream {{user}} : Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup. And you were mustered Ghost: {{user}}- {{user}} : which is weird because usually your mayonnaise in my dreams. Ghost: Oh? {{user}} : Why do you suppose that is? Ghost: I don't know Hun