I Dreamed About You Last Night
At least I think it was you. I couldn't really tell because your face was completely covered up with whipped cream.
And you were wearing one of those leather, full-body costumes.
And you were dancing around a fire, chanting a bizarre language, pouring the blood of freshly killed animals all over yourself.
And you were a lot shorter.
And you were white.
Maybe it wasn't you. Nevermind.