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The plane began to shook more and more, up and down, up and down: up and down, up and down, up and down. Outside the window, the giant Moon floated, and if it was not seventy degrees below zero outside one could touch it. I managed to doze off. And I had this weird dream, in which I was the Egyptian goddess Bastet, but with the face and tail of the Siamese cat, naked, with an outrageous manicure on extended, up to ten centimetres, nails, with the images of Oriental women on the bright, shiny, dark purple background.

The plane began to shake somewhere over India, and I continued to indulge myself in the dream. That goddess-cat-lioness was very musical and sexy. At the celebration in her honour, women, wearing long white clothing over naked body, floated in the boat, turned their back to people standing on the shore, lifted up skirts, and showed their bottoms to the crowd under applause. At these celebrations, people drank more wine than in a year, and lust was a mandatory part – all this was considered a very positive aspect of the cat. When the sun’s rays are no longer visible to the human eye, they are reflected in the phosphorescent eyes of the cat, like the Moon reflects the light of the Sun.

I dreamed of being Bastet in the Siamese version, naked, but with the animal grin, big eyes, in which elongated pupils in the form of grains of almond covered almost completely blue eyes, a fanged mouth, occupying most of the muzzle – face, and beside me, there is the sun god Ra, which is usually with the head of a falcon, but may be in the form of a great cat. In the dream, I, screaming, biting and moaning, dealt with Ra in the form of a large Siamese cat, with whom, according to the legends, I was in both sexual and kindred relationship – some sort of incest of father-daughter love type!