Well, it's been a while since I posted and not because I have abandoned this blog or forgotten about it, it's just that I haven't had any dreams worth mentioning. I'm telling you, the worse thing to ever have happened to this blog was me finally get a good night's sleep! Consistently! The longer I sleep without interruption, the fewer dreams I can recall. Maybe starting this blog helped me to sleep better? I have no idea...
Anyway, I'm gonna post a few short dreams since I don't have one long one to write about...

I dreamt that a group of my friends and I had schemed to take over a music store in order to rob it. We had dressed up in the uniforms of the employees (basically just a t-shirt and name tag, music stores are pretty laid back) and somehow stormed the store (in a mall) and took it over. We rounded up the employees into the back where some of my gang began questioning them in order to find out how to open the safe in. Meanwhile, myself and a few others went to the front to run the store in order to make it look like business as usual so as to not rouse suspicion from anyone (ie: security). The store in my dream was in fact one I had worked at in real life, so in the dream I was trying to recall how to use the cash register so I could serve the customers and make like everything was normal. There were a few glitches in which I didn't charge enough money (the customer pointed out that it was the wrong price and I said I was giving him a deal) but otherwise, things seemed to be running smoothly. I dont' remember what happened after that......

In another dream I was running down the street (Yonge St, the big main street that runs through Toronto) with a knapsack on my back with a monkey inside. This chimpanzee had his head poking out of the top of the bag and was looking around as I was frantically trying to get to some particular destination without being noticed (it struck me as probably illegal to be running around with a chimp). I soon realized that to be on such a busy street was foolish and likely counterproductive to NOT getting caught, so I ran down a side street.
Eventually I reached my destination, a public/primary school and ran into the facility, and hightailed it to a classroom. I entered the room breathless and exhausted and the teacher stopped me at the door. I said that I had brought the monkey for "show and tell" just like I said I would, but she didn't seem entirely sold on the idea of letting me show the class. Eventually she relented and the kids gathered around me in a circle as I put the bag down on the floor and began to open it. As I opened it up I found it was empty, except for the toy the monkey had been playing with. I pulled the toy out of the bag and one of the kids asked what it was, to which I replied it was the toy that my monkey had been playing with, but that my monkey was gone! 
I woke up.