When I was 5, I had a recurring dream.

I was in the living room, and I hear something out in the other room. My dad says "Those damned gorrilas again..." And he goes and beats the crap out of some gorrillas and comes back. Then they come back, and I try to beat them up. Sadly, a gorrilla with blonde hair comes and beats the crap out of me. The next night, I have a quick dream of me walking out of my room, and that gorrillas arm busts right through the door, and then I wake up.

Night after that, I walk out, see the hand bust through, and I don't wake up. I am picked up. He's holding me over his head. He goes out and throws me outside onto the driveway. The end.