Last night, I dreamed I was stuck on an island of mad monkeys who had organized themselves and slaughtered a village of hobbits. I was trying to escape from the island, but it was surrounded by some sort of plexiglass-like barrier. The only exit in the barrier was a large wooden dock that was heavily guarded by armed monkeys. They weren't armed with firearms. They used rotting fruit as their weapons. I awoke before I escaped (if I escaped). It wasn't a frightening dream, but those were some mean little monkeys.