The Monkey on the Bridge

Went to Michigan in November with the Richard’s. Grace asked if I would mind my room being used once I was gone and Mom kind of dismissed the question. In the army with some other guys but mainly stick with one guy. I remember thinking if we would end up doing actual fighting. Some guy jumped into the water without knowing it was cold and we were surprised. Then it caught on a bit as a tough thing to do. The terrain was rocky and wet. I went in and though only about the seaweed, and I did the thing where I stayed in the water for a few seconds listening to the sound of the water. I traveled with my army friend to a desert mountain area, with wooden planks and bridges across the mountain going up. We’re deciding which way to go next, and I point out how a large monkey block our way one of the ways, and he is climbing up the wood toward us. I then see a visual representation with colored boxes of how they treat humans and other monkeys similarly.