The Monkey and the Thief

I know that dreams are the most boring thing to talk about and one must never do such a thing, especially not on a blog.  Yet my dream last night was particularly weird and I want to write it down to see if it has any relevance in the upcoming weeks.

Last night, I dreamt I was in a desert.  I had just won some sort of competition with two men.  The competition was a great ordeal and I felt like we had bonded over the incident.  I was more relaxed around one of the men than the other.  The man I trusted wanted to take a photograph of us.  The untrustworthy man put is arm around me and as he withdrew I felt my ahndbag had got lighter, my phone and my wallet had gone from my handbag.  I didn't say anything.  Instead, I went and stood next to him again and retrieved my belongings from his pockets.  I confronted him and the trustworthy man got angry with him.  The untrustworthy man, tried to attack me.  I ran.  I soon came across a group of rather ragged, desert children.  They chased after me as well.  I was running down hill in the sand.  There was another sand dune on the other side and I saw a long haired golden monkey running towards me.  "The monkey can help, the monkey can help" I thought, and I woke up.

Strange isn't it?  Interpretations are welcome!