dream diary

i walk down the riverside feeling like i'm not feeling. this goes on for a long time. eventually i meet up with my friend s. and we keep wandering down the river. the city looks like brighton/london/montevideo. the sun is shining but everything is gloomy somehow. we get to a corner where there is a grand old building called the 'golden hotel'. it has a big pub downstairs and the hotel is upstairs. there is a grand balcony running all along the hotel's front, clearly the main room. on the balcony there are a bunch of guys walking up and down, chatting and laughing. s and i notice there is an orangutan with them. the orangutan follows them around. they're all laughing, but suddenly we realise they are not cool with the orangutan. he's obviously in their way. one of the guys gets the orangutan to lean on the balcony. suddenly (but i know this is going to happen) the guy puts his arms under the orangutan's armpits, picks him up and throws him from the balcony. the orangutan falls without a fight and lands on the floor, dead. i run into the street shouting murderers, asesinos. the people in the pub are laughing at my hystericism. i get to the phone and call 999. they give me precise instructions, but never ask what happened. after i hang up i feel like maybe the police will be upset with me when they arrive for calling them for a dead monkey. i run out of the pub in floods of tears, but really i'm just using the monkey as an excuse to cry.