As we were driving home from work (I was thinking how much I wanted a dollhouse), Jimmy and I found some monkeys in a cart in the middle of the road. Three had been hit by cars, but one was alive, so I took it in and cared for it. I posted online asking if any nearby zoos had lost any monkeys, and after several days I got a reply. A woman came to my old apartment where I must have been living at the time to collect the monkey, but she seemed really suspicious to me as she was trying to put it in a plastic bag (like you buy bedspreads in) with handles made of zip ties. She even asked to borrow someone's flashlight strap to put on the bag as a handle. She said that the monkey in question was her daughter's childhood best friend at the zoo. People who looked like police were also surrounding us. I don't remember how we got the monkey away, but we later went in doors where there were a bunch of dogs and Jimmy hesitantly came in like he wasn't allowed. We all played with a dollhouse, and then I woke up.
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