A Dream

 

Written 9/3/17 - A dream I had two nights ago:

My husband and I were walking into a large building for Mass. I assumed was a Catholic Church but it seemed very different as it was filled with many people and was quite noisy. My husband turned to me saying that there was another Church right next door where a Priest we know well (Fr. Orr) was celebrating a Latin Mass. We ran next door to a tiny building hoping not to miss Mass and saw that there were no pews or kneelers — only sofas and chairs. I realized somehow I was not in a Church, but a house. There were only about 5 or 6 people there. I saw the Priest sitting in a corner in a chair and I sat down next to a lady on the sofa waiting for Mass to begin. Suddenly I found myself completely alone. ran from the building and was followed by men with weapons but somehow got away from them. I understood interiorly that this happened because of something the Pope had said, and I also understood that those left behind had been killed. What I understood from this dream was that the Latin Mass was going to be suppressed and the large Church next door was a replacement for the Catholic Church.

Written 9/4/17 - I dreamed that I was alone with no others around me, and I sensed that all the others I

had been with were killed. I looked up and in front of me on top of a hill I saw about eight to ten men with weapons who I understood were after me. I ran down a hill and then had to run up a steep hill that was quite far away to reach a patch of trees that I thought would hide me. I asked Jesus as I ran to help me as I was not able to run that far and up a steep hill but I made it to the top and into the trees. When I got to the trees I began to feel guilty and thought to myself that perhaps I was to stay where others were killed — that it may häve been God's Will, but that I ran in fear of those who were after me.

Then I awoke and realized how this seemed to be a continuation of the dream from the previous night.

Today someone posted on a Catholic blog the picture of all the dead at the foot of the hill with Our Blessed Mother standing at the top (l think this was a vison from Lucia at Fatima). I wonder if this represents what I was shown in my dreams — my climbing a large steep hill and Our Lady being the safety of the trees!