I dreamt that I was in a supermarket with other family members. 

I had gone to the cashier to pay for something. But because the others were not ready I was waiting there for them. 

I felt a bit bored so I wrote 'BABA NAM KEVALAM' on a package. Then, I wrote 'BABA' 'BABA' 'BABA' below it. I wrote in orange on a white background. As I was writing these words, I became overwhelmed with devotion and love. 

Then, as it was getting late, I went to get my mother who was having some sort of discussion at the back of the supermarket.

When we got to the cashier, instead of talking about the price, she started singing and praising the Lord in a Christian style. I felt a little embarrassed but she seemed to be very much absorbed in a devotional flow, so I accepted it and wondered about whether my devotion for Baba had somehow contagiously been passed on to her.