On the night of Friday, March 16, 2012 I had a dream? A vision? An experience?
I am me, but I do not look as I do now though not entirely different. I had short dark brown hair though it was cut differently. I was a woman of the same height I am now though I am slimmer. I was in a hospital though it didn't look like any hospital I have ever visited, to visit a patient. I walk into the corridor. It is very bright as there are windows at each end of the corridor letting in the natural sunny light from outside. It appears to be summer. I am wearing a dress or skirt and a light tan overcoat that reaches the bottom of the dress. It
I am me, but I do not look as I do now though not entirely different. I had short dark brown hair though it was cut differently. I was a woman of the same height I am now though I am slimmer. I was in a hospital though it didn't look like any hospital I have ever visited, to visit a patient. I walk into the corridor. It is very bright as there are windows at each end of the corridor letting in the natural sunny light from outside. It appears to be summer. I am wearing a dress or skirt and a light tan overcoat that reaches the bottom of the dress. It
is buttoned up with a belt at the waist. I am carrying a purse of a darker shade of brown. I walk over to two priests who are standing in the corridor. They nod as they see me and we approach each other. I know them and it is clear they know me. They call me by name however I don’t remember what that name is and I call each by their respective names using the title 'Father'. The younger of the two priests hug me. He is around my age and has light colored eyes. The older priest has cataracts or some type of damage to his left eye. We speak in whispers as the younger priest motions to a room down the hall. I walk towards the nurses’ station that is positioned near the middle of the corridor when the priests leave me standing in the corridor. Before I reach the desk I stop a nurse walking in my direction.
"Is there a room 54?"
She looks at me with both concern and horror. "54? Why are you asking?" She runs back to the nurses station and the few people gathered there scamper off. I instinctively know that they are heading to room 54.
I glance away from the nurses' station down the hall where I see a man who sees me then walks into a nearby room. I am drawn to him and walk down the corridor. I pause at the door he entered before slowly opening it. When I enter the room I see the older priest sitting by the bed of a man who is clearly ill. The man is pale, drooling and has extremely chapped lips. He wheezes as he breathes. As walk towards the man I glance at the priest who has his head bowed in prayer. I reach the edge of the bed, place my hands on the man's arm, close my eyes and begin whispering or chanting something but I cannot recall the words but I feel myself being drawn into this man.
(At this point I was awoken by something in my own bedroom. I rolled over and went back to sleep.)
I open my eyes and find that I am looking at the two priests. I am lying on the floor of the corridor in the hospital. The younger priest is holding me. The older priest is praying over me and anointing me with some oil on my forehead. I begin speaking to him in another language – perhaps Latin. He looks at me and asks me to repeat myself and I do. He glances at the other priest who looks at me. I say something to him in the same language. He crosses himself.
I close my eyes. I concentrate and breathe deeply. I feel myself drawn up and out of my body. I breathe deeply and open my eyes. I look at the younger priest. He looks back at me and hugs me. The older priest says something to me ...
But I am awoken out of this dream by something in my bedroom.
"Is there a room 54?"
She looks at me with both concern and horror. "54? Why are you asking?" She runs back to the nurses station and the few people gathered there scamper off. I instinctively know that they are heading to room 54.
I glance away from the nurses' station down the hall where I see a man who sees me then walks into a nearby room. I am drawn to him and walk down the corridor. I pause at the door he entered before slowly opening it. When I enter the room I see the older priest sitting by the bed of a man who is clearly ill. The man is pale, drooling and has extremely chapped lips. He wheezes as he breathes. As walk towards the man I glance at the priest who has his head bowed in prayer. I reach the edge of the bed, place my hands on the man's arm, close my eyes and begin whispering or chanting something but I cannot recall the words but I feel myself being drawn into this man.
(At this point I was awoken by something in my own bedroom. I rolled over and went back to sleep.)
I open my eyes and find that I am looking at the two priests. I am lying on the floor of the corridor in the hospital. The younger priest is holding me. The older priest is praying over me and anointing me with some oil on my forehead. I begin speaking to him in another language – perhaps Latin. He looks at me and asks me to repeat myself and I do. He glances at the other priest who looks at me. I say something to him in the same language. He crosses himself.
I close my eyes. I concentrate and breathe deeply. I feel myself drawn up and out of my body. I breathe deeply and open my eyes. I look at the younger priest. He looks back at me and hugs me. The older priest says something to me ...
But I am awoken out of this dream by something in my bedroom.
