The dream.

The dream.

I was at noon Mass and about to receive communion. I cupped my hands and made a throne to receive the Blessed Sacrament. The priest raised the host up high and said, “The Body of Christ.” My eyes locked on the Precious host in my hand, I said, “Amen.”

I stepped away to to consume The Body and I averted my gaze for a moment-- perhaps I blinked. The next thing I saw was in my hand a hunk of true flesh. I stopped. I didn't know what was happening nor what I was supposed to do. I said to myself, am I supposed to consume this? Am I supposed to show someone? I stumbled toward the steps leading up to the Sanctuary before I fell to my knees, still staring in awe at the flesh in my hands. Bewildered I began to panic, wondering if I was imagining this or if I was losing my mind. Was this really happening? Could anyone else see this? I heard someone exclaim, “get the Bishop-- now!”

Then our Lord appeared in front of me. He was kneeling down and facing me. He was holding my hands as I began to weep. I looked into His eyes and said, “Are you coming? Are you coming back?” He never moved His gaze from my face as He answered me. “No. Not yet.” I was still crying. I didn't know what to say- what to ask- what to do. Still looking into my face He said, “tell anyone about this who asks.” I just nodded.
 

Then He said I would receive the gift of the Stigmata. By this time the Bishop was there. The Lord said to me that my Bishop and my Priest would watch after me-- they would know what to do. I looked at them, tears still streaming down my face. Then I looked back to the Lord, who's gaze was still fixed on me. Then He was gone.

The flesh had taken back the appearance of bread.

Then...

the dream was over.