A Visit From My Guru

Being visited in your dreams by a spiritual master is huge. I feel so lucky and well, maybe transcended a bit. It started by me finding myself at Rajneesh's feet. It was a lucid dream so immediately I prostrated myself, my hair long like it was in Pune, India. It streamed over the marbel floor of Buddha Hall.

"Osho" I cried, "I didn't take sannyas at the Ashram, are you disappointed?"
"My Child" Osho clasped his hands together in Namaste and bowed towards me. "You were young and in love, how could I be disappointed with this?"
"Master, I need you now more then ever. It will be so hard, the challenge I have in front of me."
Osho wispered in my ear "My Child. Don't forget all the work that you did with me. You will have many challenges in this lifetime, and much bliss, all of which will be intertwined. Do not worry my devotee, you are always welcomed home, as well as yours, that which will visit me soon."
He then blew me a kiss, with both hands, and a thousand birds were flying towards me and carried me back to my bed, soft as the feathers of a dove.