I had a scary dream last night, in which I had to scape from an old wood house in the woods, because it was about to be destroyed by a bunch of wild and huge monkeys. I had to swim against the flow, move to another town, go back to look for my brother, climb the house from the outside (because the monkeys were in it), search for people, swim again, run, run, run, jump, swim, jump, climb, run... No wonder I wake up so tired everyday.
What am I really running from?
And what is the deal about monkeys? I've been dreaming about them a lot lately.
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