They said you did not dream in suspended animation but Emma knew better.  She dreamed of her childhood, a vague thing that was confused with images of being a regular human and a cat girl.  She knew that she was different from the other cat boys and cat girls but never quite why.  Often times it seemed that her human trainers and the doctors that attended to them pushed her particularly hard, harder than the others.  She thought that her dreams of an early life were tied into her treatment but she could never figure out why.<br/><br/>It was a given that she dreamed about flying.  While there were things that were uncertain and maybe confusing in her life there was nothing confusing about piloting.  She took to the cockpit with an eager yearning that was so strong that typical punishment for her was to be denied time in the trainers or simulators.  Emma was an instinctive pilot and while perhaps not as fast as the others she seemed to have a better head for tactics and anticipation that more than made up for any shortcoming in reaction times.<br/><br/>And she dreamed of sex.  Other cat girls were horny, some more than others accordign to their breed but Emma went beyond most.  The doctors told her that she was literally in heat much of the time.  Emma sought out males with an aggressive submission that rivaled her passion for flying.  When her heat hit her she would meow and whine shamelessly for sex and domination.<br/><br/>Her current dream was deeply sexual as a male touched and fingered her.  Emma moaned and opened her legs and then moaned again as the delicious feelings became more and more real and were joined by the scent of an aroused human male.  Her eyes opened and she looked up at the human male in the uniform of a lieutenant commander.  Oh god, she thought, I can feel a heat coming on.  Whimpering and licking her lips in desire she responded as conditioned and rolled out of the tube to stand at quivering, aroused attention before him.