beetlejuice wrote a book of life in my dream and it was my bible. he grew and sobered and no longer asshatted himself up his butt, but instead up the butts of ignorance. no one believed me, like no one believes conspiracy theories. only I knew how true his words were. he was my role model as a child. He must represent myself in dreams. I hope i meet him one day there and can speak to him, truly speak to myself.
who are you?