Celebration can be silent. With love shared few moments of presence and absence. Celebration by a dream that I have chosen to be a crazy one and my life as normal as others. A story under cover: two cats, black dog is written as a best script. White cat has just decided to haunt Loki, she is very concerned and determined to do it. I am waiting to the end of this drama and see what will become of a white cat and black dog. Will they make a peace and accept each other, or maybe they have already done and only me don't understand that all these paws and sounds are just a game that they like to play. One or another it looks really funny, scary and sometimes dramatic, as life in itself. Only in the evenings all of this company lay down to their beds or shelves or other hidden cat's place and silence is coming over the beautiful house that I live at the moment. And then comes a dream and another long journey. When I hear an expression the journey will be long I have goose bumps on my skin with all psychedelic visions and interpretations of reality as if it were a dream. I live my journeys in my dream, they talk to me and try the best for me. I made, I see my face that is not mine and at the same time familiar, what is that, what does it mean, the face that I look into a mirror and I see me but not me, and then at the same time I am in so many houses that my head cannot host all of them at the same moment, but I know I have to be there, in those two or three houses at the same time as if it was of some importance. Then I sit in the room of one of them and I try to hide her or find her but she is far gone, I hear a voice in my head that is singing the most beautiful love song ever and that is for her and that is her at the same moment. I know it is just illusion that I was trapped into but still I listen and I cry, and I can see that my face is painted and then all the face lines are changing and I become someone else.