I'm not sure why but I keep having dreams about monkeys in my back garden. In this dream, the garden was a combination of my parent's old house in Wivenhoe, and my own in the same village. Li was cooking in the kitchen and my sisters were over. Fallon came in from the garden at dusk, already dark, and I saw a low shadow following her across the lawn. It turned out to be a Gray Langur, walking upright on two legs. My dog ran over to sniff it, but the monkey ignored him. It followed us into the house, seemingly unafraid of all the people, and came to stand by Li's legs. Still at the hob, she looked down and gave a startled cry. I decided to try feeding it, and sliced it off some banana. The langur took the banana and hobbled back outside, much to the delight of Lulu and everyone else present.
We watched it make its way back down the lawn and into the dense canopy of dark trees. It was then that I spied the twinkling eyes of many other monkeys watching from the branches. All night I heard their cries and saw their forms flitting amongst the shrubbery. Then it was a pale, grey sunrise, slowly illuminating the bottom of the garden. On the back fence I saw perched Verreaux's Sifakas, (although with striped tails like a Ring-tailed Lemur), a pot-bellied Proboscis Monkey, and a Snow Leopard, crouched almost human like on the flimsy wooden slats. I wondered how the monkeys could survive in the UK, and where they managed to forage enough fruit and nuts to live on. I have no idea what this recurring dream might mean...
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