In dream I saw Baba going somewhere and behind Him a mob of very dangerous microvita wanted to attack Him and kill Him. So I was very afraid. 

But Baba was very tranquil and smiling. He was aware of the situation and so He just picked up some garbage from the roadside (it was in India where in some places garbage on the road is common) and, with love, built a flying machine. 

It could have been the play of a child, so simple and innocent it was. Then, Baba sat on the pile of garbage and flew away smilingly. 

The negative microvita did not know what was going on, and perplexed, disintegrated and vanished or died. 

But then, I realised that Baba was not there anymore and I started to cry very much and even woke up. I saw that I was still crying while awake and my pillow was wet. 

But because it was in the middle of the night I fell asleep again after some time. Then, Baba appeared again. 

We were in some small room and Baba gave me His photo and said that I should remember Him through it and not worry. Then, He left again and I could not help to again cry for Him………….