Posted by dancingboy on February 10, 1999 at 12:23:16:
The beginning of the dream is now a lost mixture of colors, I know I was in the presence of Osho, but nothing else. I felt warm.
Next, I was brought to a red pottery bowl and shown how to put my hands just so to meditate. I held my hands there and stood in meditation.
A truck was driving up the twisting desert road to where I stood in meditation. Osho got out in flowing multicolored robes and smiled at me across the water in the meditation bowl. As I stood there shaking, I realized his gift was in breaking down boundaries I had erected.
Winking, he then led me out of the meditation area by dancing as he went. I understood that I too shoud do this dance.