I dreamed of this statue of the Lord Jesus of the Sacred Heart - only He was alive as a normal human being without a Heart exposed on His Chest. He was clad in a vivid gray garment and in a deep-red cloak. It was a fleeting dream of ten seconds or less. It was night. I was in front of Him looking but He seemed not to see or to mind me at all. I see Him as a thinker as He sat, stood, walked a bit and sat again in the lighted hallway back of the church. And, then, the dream disappeared. | |
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