I had not thought of Babaji for many years. Back in the late 60's early 70's I was incredibly drawn to him but could not go to India. I spoke to him often in my head.
Now many, many years later I have this dream:
Neem Karoli Babaji was standing in front of me. He was wearing a long plaid blanket. He looked at me and yelled something and immediately dove at my right foot and grabbed it.
I was so shocked and felt so unworthy that I reacted by pulling back. He then immediately was standing again, hollered something else, and dove at my left foot and grabbed it. End.
Upon awakening and remembering the dream I felt elated for the experience and sorrow that I reacted by pulling back.