Share Your Dreams and/or Visions

This reminds me of thewonderful Russian Dacha.

 

Yes, not my will but your Will be done.

 

Maybe you know my cousin, Father Philip Allen? I think he's in your diocese or maybe north of you closer to the Adirondeks.

 

I dreamed a few days ago with a conclave but I remember very few details of the dream, it only left a deep impression on me that the pope was not a cardinal known to me and neither the pope nor the cardinals wore protective masks in the dream.

 

Yes, we are only 20 miles from the southern border of the Ogdensburg Diocese. I assume, Katfalls, that Fr. Allen is north or northeast of me.

Safe in the Refuge of the Immaculate Heart!

 

Speaking of visions, my longing for Heaven has most often focused on my desire for the Beatific Vision. My last few years of praying the Liturgy of the Hours has reinforced this desire because the Hours center on this reality, also. Today, Geralyn began watching the movie, I Can Only Imagine; I joined her and enjoyed it very much. Below is the composer whose personal story inspired the movie.



Ps 42: 2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and behold the face of God? 3 My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me continually, "Where is your God?" 4 These things I remember, as I pour out my soul: how I went with the throng, and led them in procession to the house of God, with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival.

 

Another thing I look forward to is worshiping before the Lord with my Dad. He lost is left leg when only 45; I can't dance worth a bean because of cerebral palsy on my right side.

So I've asked the Lord for the privilege of my Dad and I doing an Irish jig together in His Presence!

 

Reminds me of a story about when Eisenhower invited Khrushchev to Shangri La (now Camp David). Khrushchev was confused because he couldn't wrap his mind around what this place might be, until someone told him this was the President's dacha.

 

J was an Episcopal priest whom we first met in late 2005.

He was 36 then, married with five children.

We hit it off; he was like a younger brother.

He seemed invested in being a priest, and serious; however, his wife resented the calling.

J later became resentful, and negligent in his duties. Ironically, his wife became friendlier and engaging.

Their little parish failed. No surprise.

Before I relate this morning's dream (frightening), I'll relate a funny dream from 2007: The chalice he was holding contained Cherry 7-Up and not wine. I woke up laughing.

This morning (my second only dream of J, and I hadn't thought of him in awhile; they're now far away and we've not spoken since Spring 2008) I dreamed of J and wife suddenly in the presence of husband and myself. I was shocked to see that J's arms had been amputated from just above the elbows. I recoiled and said "Oh, J, what happened?? Oh, I'm so sorry!" He maintained his composure, said it'd be "alright" (God's will), and hugged me. As he began explaining how / why the amputations, I woke up.

And I woke up wondering if this had actually happened to him and I'd gotten news of it years ago, forgot yet recalled it in a dream -- but no, I don't think so (good memory).

I have never dreamed of an amputee before.

Dream interpretation is that such images represent loss of control. That could definitely relate to today's "church scene" -- ours, or Protestant.

 

Both dreams are about him not being able to confect the sacrament (no hands - no consecration), which makes sense since he's Episcopalian.

 

I want to share a dream that I had about 8-9 years ago. I am a busy mom and a Pediatrician, and that night I felt very overwhelmed. I felt that I did not have any more love to give, that I could not go on doing a good job. I prayed to God before falling asleep to help me to regain strength. That night I had the most beautiful dream that I will never forget. I saw Jesus — He has the most beautiful blue loving eyes. Just being in His presence filled me with the strongest pure love. There was a group of people of different ages and we were at a house with different rooms. Jesus was in a central room with another man. Jesus and the other man were clearly the leaders of the group. We were all getting ready for something and there was a sense of expectation. The other man had curly short hair. Both him and Jesus were tall men of strong build. There was one room that seemed like a waiting room with chairs against the walls. There was a feeling of peace, camaraderie and excitement. All of a sudden the dream changed and I was next to a river that had a lot of warehouses, buildings and bridges that would cross the River. I was trying to escape something and Jesus was helping me. I was walking and running on a path along the River, sometimes crossing bridges. Then dream changed again and I was swimming in the middle of a large body of water with a group of people. I recognized some of the people from the initial group that was with Jesus. I was carrying a little girl of maybe 8 years old, who was floating on my back and holding onto my neck as I was swimming. We were all worried we would get tired of swimming and not make it to shore. We were all helping each other. Then we saw the shore and were all overwhelmed with happiness and relief that we would be saved.

This dream was truly a gift for me. The following day I was so full of love so regained much strength. I interpreted dream to be a metaphor for life with challenges, need to work in groups to help each other and carry children to safety. After that dream I had another daughter who is now 6 years old. I think she is a lot like the girl I was carrying in my back floating in the water. I am not sure if my oldest daughter, who is now 15, is one of the teenagers that was in the waiting room and swimming also in the water. I live in South Florida. Wanted to share this beautiful dream, not sure if it was a gift for reassurance of future flooding.

 

Especially interesting. Happy Mother's Day to you and all!

 

It is a beautiful dream. What I thought right off was a progressing scenario--Jesus preparing you and all the people in the safety of the big house with all the rooms and then the first set of difficulties getting across the bridges and then the dire hardships swimming in deep water but seeing the shore ahead. It is like a metaphor for our times. We are not alone. He is with us.
Thank you for sharing.

 

I had an interesting dream last night in two parts.

With dreams who can tell? They could all be nonsense, or something else. But this one was so clear, like watching a film and anyway I enjoy dreams , they are a gift from God, such a pity these days people are in such a rush here and there and are so materialistic , I doubt if most people in the West even think about them for very long. Such a shame. When I was a very young child my grandmother used to tell we children stories about the Little People, the Fairies and of ghosts and such like. Dreams are a little like that, it takes a certain innocence to joyfully entertain them.

Scripture is simply buried with true dreams. God whispering in the ear of the sleeper, so it is so good for the believer to be alert to them. Gently and peacefully alert, without on the one hand throwing them all out the window as rubbish , but on the other hand , like Mary treasuring certain ones in the heart to think and pray over.

I dreamt I was in a street of lovely houses and there was a little crowd of neighbours milling about. In my dream I knew there had been an announcement and things (artillery rounds) falling tonight and some might fall in our area, or anywhere. I confessed to one lady that I was frightened and would not sleep that night. She stared and me incredulously and , 'Said, 'You cannot sleep? I cannot sleep, no one can sleep anywhere! '

In the second part of the dream I was in quite a crowded large department store. There was an announcement that it was to be evacuated through a door to my right. I understood at once that the store was about to be destroyed (perhaps by an earthquake) . However instead of going through the door to the right as everyone else was being sheltered too, I took the door to the left and quickly went down the stairs and left the building. Outside I recalled that I had left something behind and went to go back in but the security guy had chained and padlocked the door. The sky was the strangest colour, At the same time luminous and bright but with dark grey . There was a large empty area beside the store as though a lot of buildings had been knocked down already. I decided to move there for safety but felt the Lord telling me not to, that I was safer where I was.

Then I woke up.

 

Maybe there are some spiritual storm clouds gathering. I had two very strange unsettling dreams myself. I was trying to explain them to my husband--they were so vivid. In the first one i had a passport in my hand that belonged to a woman my husband was stationed with in the peace corps along with her husband. They were good long time friends of his. I didn't know her too well but she was a practicing Catholic but supported abortion. I spent 4 hours one afternoon presenting the case for its utter abomination before God and man but she didn't see it. She felt poor women needed it. She wS very active in social justice and did many generous and good things.
She died of cancer about 8 years ago. I recently got a nudge to pray for her soul. She just wasn't on my radar before that (I have a long list but somehow never remembered her)
In the dream her passport was full of little notes scribbled in a kind of frantic tone. "Why don't you help me?" Another "I keep calling and you don't answer" and another "can't you call the state department for me and let them know"
Well in the dream I called twice and got nowhere with the state department. The third time they wouldn't even take my call. I said to someone standing by "I can't seem to help. I'm trying but I don't know what to do."
When I woke up I decided to have a Mass said for her. There was such desperation coming from her in the dream. Very strange.

 

Certainly a call from a poor Holy Soul for prayers.

Get to it.

 

Pay attention to Our Lord!

 

Strangely enough, I also had a two part dream back in Sept. 2017:

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Interesting. I went to highschool with a guy who’s brother was a Fr. Orr in west central Pennsylvania. Small world.

 

On a lighter note, when I was a freshman in high school, I was sitting at my desk one night studying in my bedroom while the rest of my family was in the living room watching TV. (Yes, I was a bookworm back then.)

I glanced up at the window above my desk, and in the reflection my eye caught the movement of what I perceived as a leprechaun about 18” tall run across the dressers behind me. I whipped around to look and didn’t see anything there. I was not sleeping or dozing off. I was wide awake. I was astonished but not particularly upset about it.

I’ve never had any other similar experience my whole life, and can’t explain it to this day.