Last night I dreamt I was holding a baby lion. She bit my hand hard teething, but it didn’t hurt. Her little teeth felt good, like I was getting a gift of her cat power. There was an almost-grown male lion near us on the dirt road. Another human said I should not go near him yet because he has too much power. The older boy lion has a dazzling, brilliant golden coat and budding mane against the backdrop of the savanna grassland. The whole feeling of the dream was one of glory and joy. I woke up feeling delighted and blessed. Greetings and thanks to the whole family Felidae!