Rabid monkeys with fancy tools

I had a dream about him again. I haven’t dreamt of him in such a long time. Matter of fact, haven’t thought of him in quite some time too. Strange. Didn’t want to wake up from that dream. It was a good one - he was being nice and I was behaving well. Dreams are significant. Wonder if I’m going to see him again. Maybe bump into him. Wonder if he remembers who I am.

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