I had a really weird dream about two months ago, or whenever I started this post the first time – February 22…so I had the dream the night of February 21st.  Wow.  Time flies.  I remember thinking, “I can’t go and have a dream about monkey poop and NOT blog about it.  That would be crazy.  The name of my blog is ‘not always about monkeys,’ which implies that it SOMETIMES is about monkeys, and this should be one of those times.”

My dear friend Steven is a wonderful artist, and I couldn’t help but think that blogging this would be much easier if he would just draw the pictures for me, but he works eleventy ten jobs and so do I, so I’ll make do with what I can find on flickr.  So here it is, my Monkey Poop dream.

There is a party in my back yard.  There is a nice patio out there (not like now, where there is mud out there and not a patio) and lots of people are there.  We’re all there to talk about some important stuff about politics, but I don’t know anything about politics, so I feel  uncomfortable and when it is my turn to talk I turn all red and excuse myself, because my monkey is missing.

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