A dream of
particularly absurd situations in which one would only find themselves if they lived in a Darrin Aranofsky film or a Netflix room-com
after school special.
One may experience a pantomime after a night of gorging on Welsh’s fruit snacks and inhaling Monster energy—especially while watching
American Beauty or any PTA film.
A pantomime can be further described as a particularly gay dream. Made specifically for young closeted gay teens who have yet to understand why they think the way they think.
Guy1: I dreamt up this crazy pantomime last night
Guy 2: aw man how do you feel?
Guy 1: well done dunno. I
feel like shit but I got this buzz
Guy 2: jeez man when’d you go to bed
Guy 1: yeah like 4 in the a.m.
Guy 2: holy shit!! No wonder
Guy 1: nah man I hit the monster hard. Plowed through a whole case of monster
Guy 2: fuck man. Those things are bad for the heart
Guy 1: hey whatever. Bad for the heart good for the soul. Anyway spent the night
jerking off to Casey Affleck.
Guy 2: jeez man. I didn’t know you were a Pufta
Guy 1: fuck you man I told you I had this pantomime
Guy 2: no
thanks man I’m not that way
Guy 1: no way man. Just a little lick
Guy 2: alright cum’ere you
Guy 1: holy shit! I just jizzed my pants. Was that a pantomime or a Van Sant-PTA collab?