I dreamed I was in a big manor and it was night. It was also haunted and at midnight came a procession of creepy tricks orchestrated by the unconscious, a masterpiece of eerie horror and the supernatural. It was indeed scary but I was able to appreciate the genius behind it. Also, I knew that supernatural horror was a prelude to something else, something enchanting. And then came Loki. I was totally overwhelmed. I kneeled and talked to him “please, let it be real, please…”, I stretched out my arm towards him, hoping for the touch I longed for. And there I was, hugging him, my hands on his fur. I was so happy, so grateful for this wonderful moment. I even carried him a moment after that. And then we went to look for Lucy, I was so afraid I wouldn’t find her but there she was in the manor. I was surrounded by my two precious ones.