In a dream, he came as in real life. He wasn't wearing clothes, but I didn't feel that he was naked, there must have been something, although I wasn't paying attention – I didn't care about it. The Guru had a beautiful black beard and black hair that seemed to curl. He was a little shorter than me (I am 175 cm tall), his body was not thin, but not full either.
It felt very good to be in his presence. I sensed that his spiritual greatness reached unfathomable heights, yet he did not look down on me. There was only love and equality, like pure and indivisible Advaita. He joked a lot. We laughed together. The feeling of the Guru’s presence remained with me for a long time even after I awoke. Even now, I can recall these images and subtle impressions.
The Guru and I did not speak about anything particular. What was essential was conveyed without words, for the very appearance of the Guru—even in a dream—is already a darshan and a blessing.