This morning I dreamt that I was inside some sort of building, looking out from a balcony or so. Various things happened outside.

There was one big cat who seemed to be of some sort of bad character, like a tyrant or so. Smaller cats were around him and from time to time tried to fight and revolted against him, but to no avail. Then, suddenly all the smaller cats attacked him simultaneously. One small cat jumped onto his back and scratched it open. The big cat was subdued, screamed and died. It was a bit as though the small cat had ploughed right into the big cat’s kundalini.

Around the same time I heard someone say something in Bengali. I did not understand it clearly but could recognise some words common in Prabhata Samgiita. It sounded so sweet. One Dada was also there. 

I was caught in the midst of heroic revolt, death, the extreme beauty of Prabhata Samgiita and the presence of an acarya.

Due to this, I started to cry. It became so strong that I couldn’t control myself anymore. I could not even stand or walk. I was instead trying to advance on all fours. I was on my knees and tried to move forward with my arms and hands. Tears were flowing from my eyes due to being overwhelmed with feelings of love. In the midst of all this I asked Dada: “Dada, what happened to me?” Slowly, I woke up. 

It was still night and I felt tired, but at the same time, I felt that this had been an extremely purifying experience. Maybe this had been some sort of samadhi.