I have inherited a business and home from an uncle or something. Unwittingly by inheriting this I have stepped into a terrible intrigue. There is some kind of paranormal research going on, some kind of danger. I begin to see what is happening too late. We (My family and I) are turned handed over to some very angry men by a man we trusted and cared about. The men enter my home and kill each of us. First we are placed on top of a rope net, which breaks, we descend hundreds of feet and are shot at on the descent, we land on a series of other nets before falling into a vat of acid. Mom and I are preparing to go at the same time, she asks me what will happen and I tell her to just hope we die along the way...We do and suddenly I have reincarnated three generations prior to the beginning of all this insanity with the hope of ending it.
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 dream upon waking was that my conscious mind,
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