I was dreaming that we had just arrived at some new DMC venue. It was morning. 

I looked up towards the window of Baba's room. There was a balcony or a terrace in front of it. 

Baba came out onto the terrace, looked around a bit and went back into the room, opening and closing the windows or glass door. 

The building was in a style like from 100 years ago or so. 

Then the perspective changed and it was as if now I was on the balcony and that Baba was downstairs in the patio. He had come down to talk to the architect or the person who had arranged the place. 

There was some kind of large square hammock hanging from some trees in front of the room below Baba's room. Baba's room was on the first floor. 

Baba asked what it was called and the person or margii said 'yucama' and Baba said 'yucama' with 'c'! in approval. Maybe the word was from that margii’s local language.

One had to step up to some kind of platform to get on it and so it could not really be reached from where Baba and the architect were standing. Baba nevertheless stretched Himself and tried to push it a little bit to see how it would swing. I could clearly see Baba's hand and fingers. The hammock (or 'yucama') then swung a bit to and fro and Baba was satisfied. 

Then, Baba went on to have a look at or inspect the rest of the place. 

I was then somehow with Him and the architect and accompanying both of them, following Baba very closely. 

There was some kind of open hallway between the rooms and the patio or garden. Baba didn't go into the rooms but in one area there was the kitchen with many simple gas stoves to cook for all the margiis that were going to come to the DMC. Baba was very happy. And I also imagined how this place would be filled with devotion once the programme would have started. 

We continued, and I felt that I love Baba very much. He was so full of love and it seems that by going around He was giving His blessing that the DMC would take place successfully. 

We then entered some other kitchen area, maybe for serving the food. Baba took some big serving spoon and a pot or some other utensil, like a metal bar, and hit them together so that a loud ringing / bell sound was produced. All the people there (there were only a few) suddenly became very alert. Baba was smiling. It seems He was playing a bit with them, pretending that the programme had just started or that now some very important announcement would take place or that now a very important person had just come. But Baba was just smiling sweetly as He advanced to continue looking around the venue. 

I slowly woke up. It was just past 5am.