I can’t help but ponder on, that a rather large amount of my friends lately, have been having very vivid and faith filled dreams, and in some cases, nightmares.. Some peaceful, some terrorizing them to the point of praying immediately upon waking from them.. I’m not sure if this is because I never hung around with this many faithful followers before, and this is all “Normal” or if something bigger is going on.
No, this is not an “End of the World” post as my words can not predict what our Lord has already said, that “No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.”
I to have had such dreams. One being in the late 80’s, before my conversion back to the Catholic Church. A very apocalyptic dream, that was so vivid, I wont soon forget it. So much so, I wrote it down way back then and still have it today. It surviving many moves including one across country. Something inside me, just told me to hang on to it. I had spoken about it back then, and two hours to explain it, was the norm. One day soon, I will post it here to be read. I can only assume, it was a precursor to “My Apocalypse” or the death of the life I was leading at the time before my conversion.
On other occasions more recent, as recent as this year, I have woken up from some to horrible to speak about. Dreams that I woke from shaking, causing me not to roll over and wake my husband, but rather to RUN, in the middle of the night, to our 24 hour adoration chapel, and hug the tabernacle our Lord was in. Even if I was only there for a few moments, to pray. The shaking stopped and my fears diminished and I was able to return back home and to sleep again. Other times less terrorizing, where praying upon waking and just telling our Lord: “Sacred Heart of Jesus, I trust in you”, caused my trembling and fear to melt away. I now teach my children to say this when they too wake up from a bad dream.
Two years ago, I had a dream that left me in a state of absolute peace, so much so, the feeling stayed with me for three days. It is a peace that is not describable. I was so sad when it left me, I didn’t want it to go away ever, but today hang on to those three days as a point to look to not only when I am down, but also when all is well. I can only say this peace must be that which is found in the arms of our Lord in heaven.
I was a baby bird, but knew I was human, in human form. I was naked but had just began to show plumage. I was in a nest made of twigs, but was SO comfortable, content and warm.. I was just waking, looking around and the nest was surrounded by BRIGHT warm light in hues of orange, yellow and white and I could see nothing but this light as far as I could see. As I tried to peak out of the nest, I was quickly covered by the wings of an angel. At first I was afraid to look at the angel, but I did, and seen His face was that of our Lord.
It was the most RESTFUL night of my life. It inspired me to write: “May God whisper in your ear, as Jesus plans your tomorrows, while you sleep under the wing of the Holy Spirit”.
EDIT TO ADD:
🙂 Have to add, I just read today’s Gospel and He says it all:
Jesus said to his disciples: ‘No one can be the slave of two masters: he will either hate the first and love the second, or treat the first with respect and the second with scorn. You cannot be the slave both of God and of money.
‘That is why I am telling you not to worry about your life and what you are to eat, nor about your body and how you are to clothe it. Surely life means more than food, and the body more than clothing! Look at the birds in the sky. They do not sow or reap or gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are we not worth much more than they are? Can any of you, for all his worrying, add one single cubit to his span of life? And why worry about clothing? Think of the flowers growing in the fields; they never have to work or spin; yet I assure you that not even Solomon in all his regalia was robed like one of these. Now if that is how God clothes the grass in the field which is there today and thrown into the furnace tomorrow, will he not much more look after you, you men of little faith? So do not worry; do not say, “What are we to eat? What are we to drink? How are we to be clothed?” It is the pagans who set their hearts on all these things. Your heavenly Father knows you need them all. Set your hearts on his kingdom first, and on his righteousness, and all these other things will be given you as well. So do not worry about tomorrow: tomorrow will take care of itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.’
I don’t know what others dreams are or even most of mine, I can only wonder and ponder on the effects of having them. And at times question them and ask our Lord: What Lord do you need me to do with this?
Where do your dreams take you? How do they inspire you?