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  • The first time I dreamed of the tiger, he was flying. He was majestic and white and beautiful and he was flying even though he did not have wings. It was a pleasant sensation. Somehow, it seemed as though I was mounted on the tiger and flying with him but I was nowhere to be seen in the dream.The following nights, he kept appearing in my dreams. Sometimes he accompanied me in my wanderings in the secret gardens of my nightmares, sometimes he was lonely and walking under trees that had eyes of wild beasts instead of fruits, sometimes he would be angry as though he was about to jump and kill some invisible enemy. Even when I did not see him, I sensed his presence. He was hidden somewhere and he watched me.The last dream I had was frightening. I was there, I was going to a battle. And the tiger accompanied me; I was mounted on him, he was my companion. I was not afraid of the tiger. It was rather this was weird, I was LOST in this dream. You know what I mean? I wasn't sure who or what I was and this was more fearsome than the battle I had to fight. I was overcome with anxiety and even my brave companion could not reassure me.I sat in my bed and I thought. Of a sudden and without any reason, I remembered when the dreams had begun.
    The competition. Oh, the judges had admired my dance; they did not say anything- they weren't allowed to do so for as long as the competition wasn't over- but I saw how they watched me and I saw awe in their eyes and I was so proud and happy and I had this wild, wonderful feeling of excellency and arrogance. It was as though I had shot the moon. Dance was my power and nobody would take it from me. I was the Empress of all dancers, I knew this deep inside me. And then she came. This thin green-eyed girl. She danced beautifully; she wasn't half as good as I was, but she was good. And I KNEW that she would win. Not because she was better. Just because she was what they wanted. I couldn't bear to lose. I left the competition, I did not even bother to hear the result. At a moment, it seemed that someone was calling me back, but I did not care. I didn't need them to tell me that I was the best. Deep inside me I knew and this was enough.
    And when I thought of all this in the darkness of my bedroom.....I had something like a lightening in my mind. I knew why I dreamed of the beautiful tiger, I understood that the tiger was no more than my own arrogance, my pride, my consciousness of being a dance queen.Don't think I am embarrassed or guilty about my pride. Why, is there a shame to think of yourself as a Goddess when a Holy Gift has been bestowed upon you?

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