I dream of a cat... white with brown and black spots. I am trying to put the cat out because it is being naughty. The cat won't have it. It is scratching and yelling. I grab it by the fur at its neck and back and carry it to the door. Its claws are out and looking for a fight, it squirms around and wraps all its limbs in a body bind on my right hand and wrist. I ask for help. Shane and my brother help me shake him off. I leave and the boys go outside. I turn around in time to see that they are trying to crush the cat with the legs of a weight bench. I am appalled. I rush outside and tell them to STOP. They do. I am so disgusted with them. I walk away.
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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