I had been working in a kindergarten for some weeks. It was the first time for me to do this work and I was a bit insecure. Actually, the classes went very well except for one. That class was a class of very young children, maybe two year olds, almost babies still. As I didn’t have much experience I didn’t know what to do with them. They could not even speak their mother tongue, yet their parents already wanted them to learn English. So I simply tried to entertain them as best I could. 

But often of course the children would naturally crawl away from me and not pay attention. Especially, one little boy was regularly going somewhere else. To my shocking, the two assistants that were in the classroom with me, punished him by putting sticky tape over his mouth, lips and cheeks so he wouldn’t cry anymore. I thought it was rather terrible and felt guilty that I could not teach better.

So one night I dreamt that suddenly Baba was right in front of me, sitting there, and strongly beating my hand with His stick. I was in shock and started to cry. I could not understand how Baba could have beaten me.

Then Baba said: “You made a mistake! Admit it!” Without understanding what was going on, I just said: “Yes, Baba” with tears in my eyes. Then Baba became softer and gave me some sweets. Shortly afterwards, I woke up.

However, I continued trembling the whole day, still a bit in shock. I thought it was because of the job and my incapability to play properly with the babies. The sweets that Baba gave me were a little like those that I used to give the elder children in the kindergarten. After some time I lost that job, but somehow felt relieved.