What are monkey dreams about?

I guess my mind figured it all out lol!

I was sitting in a cafe I usually go for a coffee and snacks. It has a large tv in the middle of the room where they play the news channels very often.

The reporter speaking got my attention by saying "And now as the investigation is complete, the Chinese authorities have finally identified the suspect behind the Corona outbreak. A monkey, also a professor at University there is suspected to have chemically engineered the virus! The Interpol already has their eyes on the fugitive!"

*I'm merely paraphrazing here, but she said something with that meaning

Next thing I see is police cars and helicopters chasing what seems to be a very lage chimpanzee (he was a bit bigger than police jeeps behind him)

One guy in the cafe comments as we watch the news "He's too smart.. they'll never catch him!", as he was sipping his beer.

I just try to process what I've just heard as I see a chimp running faster than police cars, but as if my logical part of the brain was completely numb I just go with it!

As I leave the cafe I see our local police making huge rings of bananas in the middle of the street in case the monkey comes here! (I live way far from China)

"Well that's kind of stupid" - I think to myself.

The rest of the dream continues with me going home and talking to my parents about some random everyday stuff, no mentions of the monkey whatsoever!

Suddenly, I hear gunshots coming from the park near my building. I ask the person I see through the window what happened!

"I think it worked, I think they got him, you know the monkey! What a shame, he was a good man", said the person as he walked away

(This is also stupid for many reasons since my window is far above the ground so no way anyone could hear my question from the ground without me shouting, but like I said my logic seemed to be turned off)

I immidiately tell my parents that monkey has been shot and they start acting all disappointed as well, saying he didn't deserve this, he was a hero blah blah..

I woke up shortly after and felt like a dumbass for not realizing it was a dream all along, but I guess it has something to do with many Covid conspiracies I have to endure listening!
I'm not sure if there is any symbolism in the dream..

Point is, it's not a bat, it's a professor monkey!

I had a dream I went to a lake with my dad (in waking life we are not close) I went to a house and went inside, sat on the couch and this tiny monkey with sharp little teeth came up to me, I tried to be friend and it kept staring at me.
I coughed and a wad of hair started to come out of my throat, like it wouldn’t out of a drain, and the monkey grabbed it and started to pull. My dad stood and watched as I choked and this monkey kept pulling hair out of my mouth.
I could feel it tangled in my throat and I got scared it would never stop.
The hair snapped and was trapped in my throat and the monkey walked away.

Any ideas on what this could mean?

I had a dream during my afternoon nap in which I was with my brother and my aunts driver and I had some eatable item in my left hand and we got to a place with many white monkeys that started chasing them both but they escaped the place mean while I was standing in the corner and the monkeys didn’t give any attention to me. Please interpret this dream.

I asked for a sign last night and I think I got it. I can breathe again.

So I grew up in the Catholic Church. Furthermore, I grew up in a Hispanic Catholic Church. The moral messages are drilled into our brains from the day we are born. I remember when I was little, my mom put me in a club called “the good news club.” At 10 years old, I remember the group leader telling me if I die while sinning I’ll go to hell that’s why I should never sin. Ten years old.

That being said, I also heard all of the same things through my life that you associate with the church, no lying, disrespecting parents, sex before marriage and homosexuality is wrong.

I’ve been able to separate myself from those messages my whole life and don’t even necessarily consider myself particularly religious. I’ve always been headstrong and able to advocate for others. I myself realized who I love for the first time two years ago, when I started dating girls for the first time. Prior to that, I’d been dating men and they were nice enough and we got along great but the difference was that I could never feel the spring flowers growing out of my chest. I was never able to feel that, no matter how perfect the guy. 99.9% of the time I’m happy with myself being gay but the years of hearing the church telling me I’m wrong has always rang faintly in the back of my head. Yesterday I asked for a sign that I’m not wrong for being me. I think this was it:

I was playing on a playground. I was on the monkey bars and I saw a boy fall down. I went to help him up. He thanked me and told me that the loving and generous god that I knew loves me as I am, not despite who I am.

I didn’t realize how heavy .1% really felt until I woke up today feeling like I can breathe again.

That was a sign right?

Dream: in a dark room alone with a closet like pole above my head whilst I was in a ball position teeth smile and eyes squinting whisper "tamia the cat" gradually getting faster till it gets loud and stops. I switch to first person and become lucid. A beam of sunlight shines towards my face whilst my insecurities are being told to myself in my own voice as they move from ear to ear, I feel the presence of someone else watching me. (a wooden pole is beside my right arm I try forgetting about it.) I rub the sunshine off my face the voices of myself being echoed back at me still, rubbing sunlight i cross my legs out of nowhere one voice becomes the loudest saying I am going insane and I am crazy I get on my hands and knees feeling intense heart burn and acid reflux i let the sunshine beam on the back of my head I feel eyes on me. I feel need to embrace the light. I stand up open my eyes I tremble backwards almost falling to the floor. On the wooden pole is the face of a monkey like mask my knees shaking my heart sunk I yell "I hate you" whilst swinging my numb half limp arms at it. I joult out of bed breathing heavy half swinging my arms doused in sweat and tears I lay back down gaining sense of what was going on I felt really sick and actually had heart burn and acid reflux I turn to the left and go back to sleep.