Monkeys?
I want to record this strange dream before i forget it. It was the strangest dream involving a mass plethora of baby monkeys and cages. I was talking through myself but analyzing my past and how horrible it was. It seemed like I was on a journey to my past, well the past of my life..as a monkey? I can't fully describe it because it was so weird. But for some reason it seems so important to me. I don't know why. And then i woke up and proceded to run to the kitchen because my boxed lasagna was cooking in the oven a little longer than 45 minutes. Earlier today I was really pensive on the fact that my appreciation for things and what not has diminished. I've been so unhappy lately but I can not pinpoint my reason. I never really can though. Blleeeeeeeeh, fuck you little thing called life. Jk. not really, but fuck you fucked up shit in life.