Share Your Dreams and/or Visions

Yeah. Who let her in anyway?

 

I am completely forgetting my dream now from last night but all I do remember is many, including myself, were harmed by something physically, but Jesus showed up and all we had to do was hug him and our bodily harms were healed. I really wish I could remember the details of what was going on. I didn't get to see His face, but did get to hug him, then woke up.

 

Hillary Clinton!!! YOIKS!! That dream definitely was meant for prayers! IMHO
Ill pray with you for your friend..and Hillary.

 

Ldl e

good point

 

No matter what, PF, she'll be blessed by your prayers! Heavenly Father, please pull out all the stops to save the Clintons! None of us deserve Your precious Mercy, but they need it so badly.

 

I am praying for all of them. Those in power.

 

Yes, I pray every day that the Precious Blood of Jesus will wash over all of our leaders in the world and in the Church.

 

I have read that there is supposed to be a new skin disease coming along that will particularly effect the young.

 

I think that Marie Julie Jahenny said to take Hawthorne leaf tea for that.

 

There is something about skin diseases that are particularly terrifying. I take it they have been messing about with another Smallpox variant in Wuhan.

 

I dreamed last night that there was an altar with two candles and the icon of Our Lady of Schoenstatt on the left of the entrance to my parish sacristy and I was praying on my knees before the altar I can't remember if I prayed the Rosary or just the Hail Mary or another specific prayer, I just remember that I felt an immense peace in my heart.

 

I dreamed last night that Pope Francis was writing a document about Our Lady (I don't remember the exact words; but the bottom line is that the more we sin, the more we need his grace); the pope wrote the document sitting in front of a table; to his left there was an open door with blue walls in the background with some cracks (I even thought to myself how humble the pope's residence is inside), but the detail that caught my attention the most is that parallel to the table there was a tableau on the wall of a material resembling something gray stainless; with carved images of Fatima (the immaculate heart in the lower right corner and another symbol in the lower left corner that I don't remember; but I do remember well that there was a huge inverted cross in the center (which could represent the papacy or symbols of the occult).

 

Inverted crosses are evil. Always. That is a scary and important detail.

 

Yes.

 

yes it is a symbol widely spread by Satanism but I also remembered the symbolism of Saint Peter who was crucified upside down.

 

That's right. And isn't that the origin of the Orthodox cross?

 

I am young and by the marshes and alone. The marshes represent the small world of my youth. A girl I have feelings for is ignoring me so I go to the stream by myself to fish. I am weaving a trap out of branches when a group of armed men led by a women who reminded me of Oprah cross my path. They are moving in a transportable shelter. We have an argument about their military capabilities, but the conversation has racial undertones. My older brother appears and begins to mock me. The woman has compassion and does not pass judgement. I flee into the woods like a hurt and wounded child. I run so far and so fast along the animal paths that none keep up with me, except a friend from the Legion Recruitment, but eventually I outrun him too as my lungs burn from smoking. I am alone in a foreign place. At some point I am walking with a friend from high-school when I spot a lion off in the distance. The lion is deeply noble and wild, and I know he is going to attack, and I am going to kill him. He attacks my friend and with my small knife in my right hand I kill the lion who offers me no resistance. I take it’s hides which I desperately wish to wear for a celebration that approaches. However I continue to lose the hides. Twice my brother helps me to recover the hides even to his own imposition. However I cannot seem to keep them. I run into the girl that I formerly had a crush on and I know she has been intimate with a different friend from high-school. I do not care because I have killed the lion. He has bags of trash and digs through them to recover the hides. I start the process of tanning the hides but lose them again. An associate of mine who was a special forces soldier says he too had an encounter with the lion, and that he fled and survived. Eventually a man explains to me that a certain Native American tribe used to just take whatever they needed. I do not remember the name of the tribe, but I know which ones it wasn’t. I let go of trying to keep the hides. I am suddenly in a place of unimaginable beauty. Where mountain and Sea meet. Where storm and sunlight coexist. Simultaneous and contradicting seasons and landscapes. I take a picture and share my awe with others.

 

Yes, the upside down cross could be the cross of St. Peter. In my childhood parish they have one on the side of the ambo.

 

I dreamed a simple dream in which God told me that Christianity owes so much to Ireland (her sufferings and spread of the faith through the years). He then said Ireland is in deep trouble and needs the rest of Christianity now to save her.