I am standing in somebodies back yard, when two stags come running up, neither of them has a head and one of them is missing a leg as well. They are still going through the motions of grazing. Now I hear someone cock a gun and a few hunters step forward. The headless dears turn and run into the forest. I begin to cry, a deep wailing cry. I feel so anguished over what is happening, this blatant disregard for nature.
Dreaming I am in a traveling troupe of some sort. There are hundreds of beautiful young people (I too am much younger and more buxom and gorgeous than this body recalls). We are all gathering to prepare for our performances. It seems that we are also superheroes of some sort when we travel. We gather in a large auditorium. I shirk this handsome, needy young man who has literally been following me two inches or less from the back. I holler enthusiastically to the crowd and skip to my seat in the front, directly before a mirror. The group begins singing. This is my second year with the troupe but I don't know the songs. I say to myself I don't learn this way (by ear) I need to see the song. The song leader hears me and hands me a typed song sheet. The song sounds like an east Indian chant but it goes "Ta, ra, re, ditty ditty, Ta ra ram ditty ditty ", etc. I sing, chant and wake up. The interesting part of this drea...
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