User blog comment:Your friendly neighborhood Spy/A very strange dream I had/@comment-26914191-20150411162748/@comment-26434802-20150411165138

Well, as a child, I had a dream that my mother bought a model green monkey one day. At night in the dream, the monkey came to life and slowly walked into my room. It started doing some sort of Micheal Jackson dance on my bedsheets, then it threw me to the floor, and when (Still in dream) I went to tell my mother of what happened, the monkey returned to it's regular form. It kept hitting me and throwing me onto the floor and stuff. I honestly had a phobia of monkeys for a few years before my body finally realised how stupid that phobia was.