I'm going to write this while the dream is still fresh, since I just woke up from a pretty short/kewl dream.

I'm sitting on the side of the road (which happens to be a bridge) with Stacie-Lee not doing much of anything. There are a lot of people milling about, some sitting near us and others looking over the side of the bridge. It's one of those old bridges that have turned green, kind of like the one in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. Anyways, lets get to the monkeys. Oh, I said it. Monkeys.

So as we're sitting there, not really talking or anything, the road is suddenly overcome with traffic. One of the cars is blasting rap music, and it's deafeningly loud. I look around to see where it's coming from, and all of a sudden theres this monkey dancing. Now I know we're all familiar with dancing monkeys, pretty standard stuff. But this monkey is dancing. Krumping. He's dressed in a do rag, baggy pants, timbz, flat brimmed hat, big gold chains; gangsterrr monkey. (sidenote: he's a really good dancer).

Stacie-Lee and I see him, and we're both in awe. WOW A DANCING MONKEY quickly turns into I HATE THAT DANCING MONKEY. He's scary. He's hard. He's seen more shit than you or I could ever imagine. And he's mean. I don't want anything to do with him. I am terrified.

The dream then shifted into an image, much like a photograph

Astronaut monkeys. Hip-hop monkeys. Cowboy monkeys. All standing together in front of me.