Share Your Dreams and/or Visions

This all reminded me of something that happened to me when I was just 15. The British Army arrested my father myself and my brothers and took us to a Barracks where I was placed in a cement block alcove with a young English soldier guarding me. I could hear shouts and screams in the distance were other prisoners were being badly beaten. I joined my hands in prayer for protection expecting them to come and beat myself soon. The Soldier asked me what I was doing and I told him. His face changed. He then said, 'No one will touch you while I am here!'

Sure enough when they came to beat me the young soldier warned them not to touch me and they went away.

It reminded me that Guardian Angels come in all shapes and sizes.

My grandmother told me one time of kneeling outside a prison saying a rosary kneeling with a group of other women where they were just about to hang a young Irish rebel. She said someone came up and spat in her face. She came from Clones in County Monaghan and her two brothers fought in a Flying Column during the War of Independence.

Little wonder I woke with tears on my cheeks. War is a terrible thing.

 

Funny thing I was in Kilmichael this week. We had to go to a funeral of an acquaintance in West Cork and drove on the Michael Collins trail. Beal na Blath and all that.

 

I remember visiting Kilmainham jail one time and how touching it was.

 

The other day I saw a photo of Fulton Sheen and Frank Duff, founder of the Legion of Mary, meeting in Dublin in the late '60s. I started to read a bit about Frank Duff then and it turns out that he was Michael Collins private secretary when the State was coming into being. He worked in the Dept. of Finance and Collins chose him. Apparently he was one of the last people to see him when Michael Collins was leaving Dublin to go to Cork.

 

Been awhile since I had a visit from my grandmother in my dreams. I always know when she comes she is dead and in heaven. So had a really interesting one just last week. I was riding my bike back in my childhood neighborhood where my grandmother lived to. I came to this house that I know but this time it wasn't the person's home in the dream it was my grandmother's now. As soon as I walked in there she was standing looking all beautiful and flawless as she always does in my dreams. She was standing there so happy to see me and great me, but then I looked behind her and my uncle (her brother, old ww2 marine vet who fought in the Pacific, who lived with her and suffered awful at as his death which is another story to retell) but my uncle looked very old and senile and beat down and then the whole room smelled awful and my grandmother told her brother to go to the bathroom and change himself. He grumbled at his sister as he always did and went into the bathroom. The smell was too much for me so I went back outside. After a bit, I went back in and now my grandmother was on her couch and the scene had completely changed. The room was filled with people and lots of kids that I really didn't know. My uncle was in his normal chair and looked much better now. Next to my grandmother were 3 or 4 kids that I didn't recognize. One was so close to her and she got very close to me and her beautiful eyes just pierced right through me. I still don't know who she was. I didn't recognize her but now wonder if it was my daughter who passed as a baby. This kid was way more grown up. Anyway, I looked around the room and also on the couch with my grandmother was a long time family friend who passed a few years ago. He looked so happy as well and was sitting close to my uncle who he always admired. Then I saw his son and grandkids sitting close to him. Next I saw my niece and nephew and brother in law. Everyone seemed so happy in that room. I was standing in the kitchen talking to my grandmother and I think maybe my sister too and my son showed up. I remember asking him how he got there and he said he ordered a car service to bring him. Now I was getting worried how he would get home since I was on my bike. I then went outside with my grandmother and at this time I knew she was there from heaven and so was the family friend. Now my oldest daughter showed up while outside and I went up to her and gave her a big hug and then said before we go in, here is what is going on. Uncle Charlie is in there and he needs our prayers because he has not made it to heaven yet. I then asked her how she got there and she said she took the same car service as her brother. So now we went inside and all I remember now was talking to brother in law to see if his car would fit my bike and us and then I woke up. As soon as I woke I instantly replayed the dream back out loud so I would not forget. I got up and walked around a bit thinking and praying and went back to bed. While sleeping again, I was back in the dream and the house and this time my aunt had shown up and I told her what was going on and that we all needed to pray for Uncle because he needs our prayers. I remember having full knowledge of what the dream meant while dreaming and what we all needed to do for uncle. Next my alarm for morning went off and I was awake. I remember so many details from this dream still. I talked to several family members the next day about the dream and that we needed to keep praying for uncle. No doubt in my mind that is what it meant and that he is in purgatory and needs prayers, fasting and masses. My uncle died on 3/17/2009 which was his favorite holiday so he has been in purgatory a long time now. Please pray for my Great Uncle Charlie, the WW2 war veteran who saw and committed awful things as I am sure given how intense that fighting was on the islands of the Pacific.

 

I find your dream very interesting. And I think you are right about your Uncle Charlie. Whenever I have vivid dreams about those who have died I always take it as a cry from purgatory. Maybe if you can afford it the Gregorian Masses would be good.
After my grandmother died I had repeating dreams about her being old and ill and stuck in her upstairs bedroom. Her house was a beautiful old Dutch colonial. Gracious and warm. But in my dreams there was always a threat. Very sinister. And I would go around locking tbe windows and doors. ( later i Made the connection about the masons but that was much later) I enrolled my grandmother in the adjutorium of the FSSP back in the late 1980's--monthly Mass for her in perpetuity and prayed for her. But once on awhile the dreams would come back. Then I enrolled her in the Divine Mercy Mass Society. Anyway, a few years ago I dreamed that I was in a auditorium of soome sort with folding chairs but there was going to be a Mass. Suddenly my grandmother sat down next to me and gave me the sweetest smile and patted me on the knee. Then I woke up. She looked so sweet dressed as I remember her when she would dress for Mass. Old fashioned dress and hat. But she radiated sweetness. I felt sure she was now in heaven. I still pray for her just in case but it was very comforting.

 

oh forgot something, just 2 days ago I was with my family driving through the old neighborhood and went by the house that wasn't my grandmother's home in the neighborhood but was in the dream. As we drove by, I pointed out this was the home from the dream, and now from the front window of the home we could only see the back of the head of an older person (couldn't tell if man or woman) I assume sitting in the chair with their right armed raised as if waving out the window but they were not moving their hand and their arm just stayed suspended the whole time we were out front and drove on. My kids and wife were like, that was odd!

 

Hello Andy . . .Just a comment on your post. If you ever have a dream about someone that prompts you to pray for them . . .PRAY for them. It is a sign that they need you for prayers. I think I remember reading that our Blessed Mother said the average stay in purgatory is 25 years in our time. So, your Uncle is ready to get out. Get your family to pray the rosary for him . . .this happened to me. When my younger brother Pat had been gone almost 25 years I had three recurring dreams of him asking me for money. I couldn't figure it out, then I realized he meant prayers. So I went on a campaign to get my sisters to start saying the rosary for him. I asked God to give me a sign if he was in Heaven . . .I wanted someone to give me white flowers as a sign. No One Ever gives me flowers!!! Three months later my husband and I were visiting my Grandpa who was in his 90's at the time. He just looked at my husband and said, "I have a beautiful white flowering shrub of snowballs growing in the yard, go cut your wife a bouquet to take home". I was stunned! They were all white! and it was my brother's Birthday!!!! I didn't put that together until later when I was thinking of the date. I always remembered his death day, but not birthday . . .so Andy, get on the case . . .(smile).

 

In the last couple of days I've been reading a book titled "The Power of the Rosary" by Gabriel Castillo. It's very good. I recommend it.
Anyway, one thing that he recommends doing is to write down consolations that you experience so that you can look back on them when you are in a time of desolation.
So I'd thought I would share one that happened to me the other day.

I was lying in bed at night trying to fall asleep. As sometimes happens, thoughts entered my mind. Impure thoughts.

I was lying on my stomach, head turned to one side, eyes closed. Silently, I asked my guardian angel to help get these thoughts out of my head.

It wasn't but a few seconds later that I experienced a very sharp pain in my left eye, like a needle going right into the front of my eyeball! I sucked in my breath and gritted my teeth. After maybe 10 seconds or so it let up.

As I was wondering what just happened I just sort of blurted out (silently), "What did you do that for?".

Then I remembered that I had asked him to get my mind off the impure thoughts. I chuckled. Be careful what you ask for!

 

I dreamt I walked into a packed Church late for Mass last night. As I got to my place in the pews I saw that the priest had already given out the hosts in this area and was gone far ahead of me. I signalled him and he passed a host to a priest behind him. Slowly the host was passed from priest to priest towards me. The priest right in front of me took the host but instead of giving it to me he kept it to himself.

I took this as a sign of the coming times when it will be very difficult to access a True Mass.

 

Before I get in trouble with God, let me share a very short dream I had. I will preface this by explaining that I am not a dream person, mine are often nonsensical therefore I often dismiss them. I had this dream sometime in the fall of 2025, so just last year. In the dream I am in my kitchen in the house in which we live in(something which never happens, in my dreams I am usually in an unknown location or in the home I grew up in) and I am preparing bread. A woman in her 50's or 60's is standing behind me by the kitchen table which is near an entrance doorway but no one had let her in nor was I alarmed to see her. She looked Italian, shortish hair, wearing either a matching pants suit or skirt and matching blazer, something typical from the late 80's or 90's. Now I don't recall if she actually spoke nor what she literally said but my impression was she communicated to me to "prepare." I turned now away from the kitchen counter in her direction but to look above the door where we have a cross hanging. And I said specifically, addressing Christ, I still remember as if I had actually said it yesterday, "if God wills it, I will prepare physically "(for our needs). Woke up and thought that was a weird dream. Couldn't figure out who the heck the woman was and just let it go, after all, I am not a dream person.
Okay, fast forward to January and everyone was talking about Venezuela and here specifically some of you mentioned Maria Esperanza. Of course I looked her up and it occurred to me she looked a lot like the woman from my dream. Mind you, I had briefly come across her about 7 years ago when I was obsessed with learning any and all Marian apparitions/prophecies which also contributed to my conversion/return to the faith but she wasn't someone I was particularly drawn to and never really took her too seriously. When I thought maybe that could be her and maybe that dream wasn't just a dream I instantly prayed and asked if it was God's will for me to prepare to give me a very specific sign by the end of January. Well that happened. Then I prayed again asking if I was to share this message, again asking for something very specific and I thought super random, well apparently it was not random for God because I saw that thing twice in two days. Hopefully God will not be too angry with me for sitting on this for a month. There it is, do with it what you will. I honestly haven't done much as far as prep besides some garden preparation.

 

What a lovely dream!

It kinda reminds me of The Oracle in the film, 'The Matrix'.

 

It could be that you are to prepare by praying . . .Holy Hour etc. That is how I felt when I had the dream with Jesus last fall that he is coming soon and I am to warn people. My painting is almost ready to post on the internet and will see how far it goes. Last week we had some Jehova Witness ladies knock on our door, we live in town. I immediately went to the door and when they tried to hand me a tract I told them Jesus is coming, get ready, I had a dream about him. I bet they don't come back!!! But I bet they were talking about it and told their whole group. Prepare! Get ready, time is short. Maria warned us it would begin in Venezuela .