marilyn monroe was alive and thirty years old, and patrick dempsey was some sort of VIP kind of guy and twenty y/o. they started dating illicitly, and she got pregnant. some other guy (maybe dempsey's father?) cornered marilyn down at a creek with a large tree next to it. he knocked her down, and i think he made her take her clothes off. her belly was very big with the baby, and he was screaming at her. then he stomped down on her stomach and left. she started bleeding and laid down under the tree. patrick found her and was crying and wanting to know who did this. she told him, and i think she went to the hospital.

the next thing i remember, i was sitting in my room trying to gather evidence for them, and someone was outside of the house trying to tap into my computer and steal information. he was also going to kill me. i kept trying to dial 911, but it wouldn't work. i was hiding my stuff on my computer, too. somehow he got into my room, and that's all i remember.

there was some sort of dirty merchant. we were in a backwoods place. he had a trashbag with stuff he was selling. one of the things he was giving away for free was a kitten. she was a calico and reminded me of margie, except that she had a lot more white on her. she was so cute, and i was holding her. i decided that i was going to take her. he also had a live hog in the bag. it was really weird looking, though. it looked like the top of its body had sort of been sliced open, except that was just how it was born. you could see the edges of bones and pink inside. not bloody because he wasn't injured. just pink. it went down to the end of his neck, and then the rest was normal. he was brown and scary looking.

i woke up when my cat jumped on me. another one was on the floor still. it scared the shit out of me. i don't know how the cats opened the door, but they managed to do it and get into my room. i don't know why they were in there. very strange.

first dream:
i was several years older than i am now but living back home with my parents after a divorce. i also had two children that had bunk beds in the room next to mine. i woke up at 8:30am because i thought i heard one coughing and crying a little bit. there was no sense of dismay or panic or anything in this dream. i think i was happy in it. i was a little disoriented when i actually did wake up at 7:30am, though. i couldn't figure out at first whether i'd slept all day into the next or what.

second dream:
someone slandered me in her journal. someone i didn't know. i thought to myself that the online world was a very strange place, and that i should probably reduce my online presence to none. a strange feeling induced by this dream has been with me since i woke up.