Dream about a monkey

Last night I dreamed that a monkey bit me and refused to apologize. We were on a cruise ship so we both without option had to see the same therapist regarding the incident. The monkey was contrite, but too proud to admit he’d been in the wrong. What in the world does this mean? I genuinely seek input, otherwise I’d put it in my forgotten Dream Journal.

I feel if I were better at interpreting and controlling my dreams, I could be a writer. But I have no faith in my lucid reams—they always become so much less vivid than whatever my subconscious comes up with. I need to better harness my inner self. Then wild and fanciful stories will just flow from me.