What are baboon dreams about?

Dreamt that a white/brown buzzard or seagull was waiting for me then flew at me but when it crashed into me it hurt itself an was stuck in a cage. Then a monkey/baboon in the cage picked it up an slammed it on the floor then it disappeared.

Proper weird and very vivid.

Any interpretations?

Just woke up from a long and bizarre dream but what stood out was that I was pregnant. I am long done having babies in real life, but was about 4 or 5 months pregnant in the dream. I was sitting on a chair and stood up to find I had bled, but it was colored like a rainbow. A puddle with yellow in the middle and branched out with all the colors of the rainbow. Went to the doctor and they did bizarre prenatal tests on me and said I had diabetes (something I'm worried about developing in real life due to genetic factors and I'm already considered pre-diabetic).

I went home and something caught my eye in the back yard. I saw a massive black panther that someone had chained to a tree on my property. It scared me and was looking me in the eyes through a window, snarling and hissing. While trying to figure out what to do about it, another animal appeared outside- a white mandrill baboon with stripes on its face. It was also staring me in the eyes but with a serene, calm "knowing" look. It was all very unsettling. Such a bizarre dream. If there is any interpreter able to shed some light on these weird symbols that would be awesome.

For some reason, my dream was in two parts. The first part was a Don't Hug Me I'm Scared episode. It's about Yellow Guy trying to have some fun inside. But, everything he touches turns grey and he gets sad. Then it's later revealed that the items Turing grey was the work of this weird fleshy guy working on a computer. And then the first part ends with yellow guy spearing him in the eye and for some reason, it ends with some sort of narrator saying that he'll be back one day. And this concludes the first part of my dream. And if you thought this was weird. Oh...ho. You haven't seen anything yet. As for the second part. It starts with the whole DHMIS cast just chilling In a large, dark room. Then it starts filling up with water and then they start running for their lives. And then for some reason, it turns into an obstacle course with them going against, Eustace from Courage, Grandpa Pickles and Chucky from Rugrats, and Patchy the Pirate. And for some reason, there are two Scrap Babies from Fnaf one is Green the other is Blue that appears at the beginning and then never again. Then for whatever reason, patchy's head comedically falls off and goes down one of those colorful slides. And then he befriends a baboon that for some reason he talks like he's known for a long time. And then Potty appears and says "Remember Last time. And then he has a flashback of him being chased at night by some sort of horrific abomination with the head of a baboon, the body of a spider, the claws of the scorpion, and this weird Cat in the Hat tail thing on its posterior. And it just ends. It was so crazy that I woke up.

Ok so I’m sorry if I’m not very good with grammar I’m just trying to get this down while it’s fresh in my mind.

So I enter this dream as a viewer not a participant, like it’s a movie? It’s night, there a post apocalyptic looking trailer park. There’s camp fires and people who are armed with rifles and all wearing post apocalyptic kinda looking clothes (think the walking dead) there’s two trailers angled towards each other making the only entrance into the trailer compound. There’s one guy crouched down just behind one of those entrance trailers watching out into the “wild”. There’s people round a fire and suddenly there’s panic, they all run as quietly but as fast as they can to their trailers and hide. The one guard guy slowly crawls into his own trailer. In his trailer is a lot of dead bodies. This is when he’s lying on his mattress with his eyes clenched shut and he is shaking with fear. This creature crawls into the trailer. It is humanoid, has long black hair but a long almost baboon like muzzle. It’s entire body is emaciated and a pale off white colour. It drags one of the dead bodies off the pile and drops a little wooden token looking thing and disappears into the darkness with the body. The guy remains on the bed with his eyes clenched until sunrise. In the daylight you get to see the true extent of what these people are living in. Outside is a huge cage with piles of dead bodies in it. Some are part Skelton some are fresh and some of them are babies and toddlers. One of the women are leading the groups kids somewhere and as they pass the cage she makes them close their eyes and reminds them it’s a must, the bodies are needed. There’s then a conversation between a new member to the group and the guard guy. The creatures will appear and take on the voices of someone you know to trick you, if you look them in their eyes then you will perish but these people have figured out that if there are dead bodies around then they will take one each and leave. So the guard guy has the job of leading the creatures to the trailer he sleeps in where they leave bodies in for the creatures. He’s like live bait. They seem to leave these wooden token things almost like a receipt for the body. Someone asked if they killed the folk themselves, the guard said no they just collected them from the town. Before I woke up I was now part of this world, as I was walking past the cage of bodies I heard crying and moaning from it. Some of them were still alive and I started to panic as I heard one of the toddlers skeletons starting to scream and cry. I then woke up. I’m still feeling so messed up about it and felt the need to just write it out somewhere.

For some context I am a 35 YO mixed (black/white), straight man recently engaged. I am doing shadow work and feeling my way through an inferiority complex, born in part due to un-diagnosed ADHD as a child and my father being emotionally volatile and something of a bully. I believe each setting in the dream is a part of my unconscious and most if not all figures are calling to me to go into it or keep me from leaving. Perhaps saying that I need to keep looking at things I don't want to. I would be extremely grateful for any thoughts you might have about it. Thank you for reading.

At my grandparents house (not the actual house). They are laying on the couch, either groggy or sleeping. The house is dark and cluttered. I remember something about a Playboy magazine. (When I was a teenager I found a Playboy at my grandparent's house that belonged to my uncle.) Maybe someone found one in a box and commented on it.

I go to a theme park or museum of some kind, with rooms of old antique items, such as furniture and toys. It is cluttered like my grandparents' house and feels dingy. I stop to look at some wrestling action figures and note that my younger self would have loved them. I start to play with them but get no enjoyment and quickly move on. As I go to leave a little girl follows me, she annoys me. Maybe she is grabbing my shirt or hitting me. It is awkward as I don't feel comfortable being stern with a child I don't know. She eventually leaves me alone when another little girl grabs her.

I leave and go through an area with wooden walkways over still water. There are neon signs. It feels like a Japanese bus or train station. The wood reminds me of Kyoto and the signs of Tokyo, though it is not especially crowded. It is dark out. I see something dead and out of place in the water. Perhaps a dead baboon. I look away and walk around it.

I call friends I went to the park/museum with to see if they are ready to leave. They want to stay for another hour or two. I am surprised and a little disappointed. I don't understand the appeal. I think that I'll head back and meet up with them when they are ready to leave. I don't remember who they are and don't remember being with them in the park/museum, but I believe he is a chubby white man and was with a white woman. I believe the man is a friend of mine in real life, but I can't remember who.

While exiting a building I see someone I know, a black man named "Bruce". (My father had a friend named Bruce. I don't know much about him but my dad has told me he is stuck in the past, always talking about high school and college glory days.) He is a family friend. He asks for my number and gives me a piece of paper to write it on. He tells me to write next to "Cuba". The paper has 5 or 6 spaces for numbers, maybe half of them filled in. He has an altercation and stabs a man. I don't know or recall what the altercation was about. I quickly leave and look for another exit.

I want to text my family and tell them that I saw Bruce stab a man. I am on the phone (or pretending to be) when a black man with braids hands me a pamphlet, I believe he intends to ask for money. I look at the photo and see a couple black people, perhaps homeless. I turned him away. He looks at me in the eyes and makes a gun with his finger and points it at my face. He moves towards me. I feel threatened and leave.

I leave the building and walk out onto a dock with shops and kiosks. It is light out. A Hispanic woman starts to flirt with me. I do not find her attractive but enjoy the attention. I tell her I am in a relationship. Her and her friends make comments suggesting that they think I am lying or lead her on, I don't remember which. I take a few steps and turn back to the woman. I say "This happens to me a lot with women. Could I have done anything differently?" She thinks and says no. Her demeanor is softer.