Only In My Dreams....

I think there is a song by that title (if there is - no copyright infringement intended). Someone recently asked me why I do not share some of my experiences and dreams with other people. I have a lifetime filled with both, after all. Some of the experiences are absolutely mind blowing, as are some of the dreams. Here is the thing, though; Some dreams are for specific people to know. Some dreams and experiences are a special gift just for me. Some things I am nudged or urged to share with strangers and only God knows what the benefit to that person is.

This particular dream I had in January of this year. It was shared publicly at the Divine Mercy Sunday celebration at our church the week after Easter. It was also shared with my personal friends, my Pastor and family members. I am now going to share it with you, as today I feel the nudge to do so.

This is the actual words written in my journal the moment I woke up that day, as well as updates throughout the day, and finally my thoughts added at the end, for the church testimony. (Please excuse the dudes throughout - remember I was blown away by this and it was for my own eyes at the time). This is for every follower of Jesus Christ to take to heart and embrace as He is in every one of us. He is even in those that don't believe in His love and mercy.  God bless and have a great day.

I just want to add that I am NOT  visionary, a mystic or anything like that. I just have some incredible dreams.

Mare

Prepare yourself - it is long!

"The Jesus is in me and I am in Jesus dream 1/10/15 (This is what I wrote in my journal upon waking up at 6:39 a.m. and twice later in the day) Marianne Hare.

I just had the craziest dream. I don’t even know how to explain it except to say that I was in Jesus and Jesus was in me.  It was so overwhelming that I didn’t know how to act. We were walking and a person ran up to us and was asking about the size of a nail that should be used on something. I felt as if he was mocking us. He had a nail in his hand that was long and thin like those sold as reminders of the crucifixion. It was as long as the length of his hand. We looked down at it in his hands but then raised our head and kept our eyes focused ahead and kept walking toward a building; not acknowledging the man as he still spoke to us. The roads we were walking on were a lighter color but muddy. It was a light golden mustard color.

I met up with my brother, and he could see that I had been transformed. He recognized me even though I was a man. He knew that I was in Jesus and Jesus was in me. He was like a blind man that could now see and understand. He and some other people followed us into a building filled with about 50 people. There was turmoil inside me. I could feel Jesus’ majesty and the weight of my own sins as well as my own humanity. I was trying to act like him and I could feel him flowing through me but at the same time I felt inadequate and words, powerful words, that he would have spoken did not flow smoothly from my lips.

We saw a man in the crowd. We went over to him and put our hands on his face on either side.  They were strong, man hands that gripped the man’s face; workman’s hands, rough yet gentle and soft at the same time. Our eyes locked with the man’s and at first he looked at us with fear and a full knowledge of what he had done. Jesus knew his sins but I didn’t.  I did know, though, that he had been a faithful man through his entire life and that something pretty major recently put a dark mark on his soul. Through my quivering voice, Jesus commanded the man to make straight his way. At first the man was frightened, the fear evident in his eyes, but then his body relaxed and he laid on the floor on his back, still looking up at us. The man had been sitting in a metal folding chair in the midst of the crowd.  When we had walked into the building and room we knew that he was the chaff amongst the wheat and we walked directly to him. I do remember saying the initial words to him (make straight his way) but then Jesus started to speak directly to him, grasping his face in his hands, and speaking with authority but love at the same time. When we had grabbed his face the man withered to the floor. The conversation had shifted to between them and I was not privy to it but I watched the man’s eyes and expression throughout.  Jesus forgave him then. While they were conversing, though, I watched as Jesus held his face securely. It was like he wanted to shake some sense into him. Perhaps he was exercising a demon? The man then wept. Instead of looking sad, though, while crying, he looked at us with gratitude and peace. The people around us watched in surprise and awe and spoke in hushed tones.

We were then outside the building in the muddy area (where we had met the man with the nail) and the saved man was lying in front of us. He was on his back with his head raised and was looking up at us. He was reaching his hands up to us in a gesture of longing. Jesus commanded that the angels arise and they rose from the mud and were created of earth. I remember looking at them and thinking no, that’s not right – they are taller. Instantaneously they shot up another 2 feet from 8 foot to 10. Jesus said to them take this man to my father’s house and I knew that Jesus forgave him of all his sins and that he was now on his way to heaven.

I don’t even know how to describe this dream. It was like being 2 people in one body. A tall lanky man with flowing hair and a woman; having a perfect soul and that of a sinner; feeling all powerful and feeling inadequate. Whatever the meaning of this dream is, I don’t know but it was freaking intense. As I write this I am wondering if it is a wake up call that something big may be coming or if it was a gift just for me. IDK I could feel the power and strength of the angels as he created them. I felt the same intense security and peace when they were with me after my mom died.

Wow this was a really intense dream. I’m like in a fog at the moment and can’t believe I wrote all these pages. Jesus, my Lord, I love you with my whole heart and soul but dude what was this?

2:39 pm now – It is exactly 8 hours since I wrote this and it is still very vivid in my head and in my mind’s eye. I actually went back to sleep for 3 more hours after I wrote this. This dream definitely is a message dream or visitation. So freaking intense.

More details:

We were in a contemporary setting though Jesus was wearing a long, tan, tunic of wool. It was one piece, with a hood or cowl on the back but no cinch at the waist. Wow the details are still pouring out of me. I remember looking down at the tunic toward our feet, which were in sandals secured by woven, coarse, brown cords. The feet were a man’s feet. Even though we were walking in a muddy area, the feet and cords were clean. I looked down because I could feel the tunic brushing against the hairs on my leg as we walked away from the man with the nail.

The angels had closed wings on their backs but the tips reached down to brush the ground. I woke up when the angels and the man disappeared. I was blown away that Jesus created angels right before my eyes with the soil of the earth. They had human features though they were perfect and beautiful faces. Some had long hair (past their shoulders, but I could not tell if they were males or females, but all were stunningly beautiful. They were all the golden mustard color.

This is insane! It is now 5:39 pm and I can still see all the details of the dream. That is not uncommon with these types of dreams but I still feel the presence of angels with me. BTW, it is exactly 11 hours ago that I woke up and wrote it down initially.

Did I say intense??

Afterthoughts: written on Divine Mercy Sunday – 4/12/15

Why did I have this dream? Well, a week after I had it I fell on the black ice in front of my house (while running to the adoration chapel). I broke my hand and developed a bleed in my brain that, for a few weeks, took away my senses and my balance. After the physical things started to heal the emotional ones of depression and anger took hold. Initially I thought that maybe the dream was to help me get through the months of recovery. I was very angry with God for leaving me here and because of my anger I had a very difficult time praying. Thankfully that has passed. Now I think that it is a sign of God’s goodness and forgiveness and that is why I decided to share it with you today. God loves us and this Divine Mercy Sunday is His gift to us. May we all share his mercy with those that have fallen away from the church and with the non-believers. It is up to us to teach the chaplet to others and to spread devotion. We are his voice on this earth.

Thank you."