Last night it was all about monkeys. I dreamed that monkeys were in my house messing everything up.
Eating my Trix.
Going through boxes in my basement.
One of them could talk and he kept repeating words to some commercial that I hated when it was popular.
"Plop, plop. Fizz, fizz. Oh what a relief it is!"
I seriously wanted to strangle him but couldn't catch him.
They were riding on Socks' back, breaking eggs on my floors.
It was exhausting.
Any takers on this one?