You need to take him to a Vet.

That's what they told Theresa.

And she said, "But can't you see? He's not well!"

"But he's a chimpanzee."

"He's wasn't like this before. He's my husband!"

These are the dreams of my wife. I do not believe that I have ever morphed Theresa into an animal in my dreams. Although, of this, I cannot be sure. I rarely remember my dreams. This is, perhaps, a good thing, if the above example is anything to go by.