The Monkey Dream

Dreams, and I don't mean those dreams we have for our future life, are strange messages sent by our subconcious minds in an attempt to communicate with our sleeping conscious minds. The problem is, our conscious minds don't speak the same language. But it does make dreaming an interesting experience, at the least.
I don't always remember my dreams, and even with some of the bizarre ones, I only have a somewhat fuzzy recollection of the events that took place. Take last night, for instance.
 I was being pursued by a couple of someones, whom I took to be some thugs of one kind or another. We ended up on a street bordered on one side by a forest of what must have been nut trees, I have no idea what kind. But suddenly, we, the thugs and I, are being pelted with nuts by a small army of tiny monkeys that are in the trees. The dream then goes a bit fuzzy, and the next thing I know, one of the thugs is holding a gun on me, and we are in some kind of a trailer, or a house shaped like a trailer. I then throw a couple of the tiny monkeys (where I got them, well, let's just say that part is also kind of fuzzy) at the thug, who proceeds to get quite distracted. One of the monkeys gets under his clothes, and he starts doing a very good impression of someone with a severe tiny monkey infestation about his person. Time is very subjective while dreaming, but let's say a minute or two later, the monkey climbs out of his mouth. After which, it seems I made my escape. Probably in the dream, but definitely from the dream, as I then woke up.
And so, what was my subconscious mind trying to tell me? When attacked by thugs I should look for the nearest tiny monkeys to throw? Or maybe, stay the hell away from any nut trees?
What was my subconscious mind doing while my conscious mind was learning English?!! Probably conceiving a plan to confuse and bewilder that rational part of my mind every night for my entire life. Sigh... 
#!@% dreams...but boring they ain't...