Dreams or the Real Thing

From: christina cianci [mailto:cmcianci69@yahoo.com]
Sent: Thursday, September 21, 2000 12:15 PM
Title: Dreams or the real thing?
Type: Ghost

The first vision that I had of the virgin Mary was when I was twelve. I was going through a very bad time...bad family situation/abuse and was pretty despondent, even wishing I would just die. I had at that time a very religious childhood friend who started taking me to her church (coptic orthodox--she was Egyptian, even though I am catholic). At any rate, the dream happened during this time. I dreampt that I was on a train and the virgin Mary appeared to me...it was the most beauticul sight that I have ever seen! She is like what is imaged of her, faceless, but wearing a white dress covered by a blue robe with the most undescribable white-golden light radiating about her. I just don't have the words to describe this. The feeling is complete love and peace and joy and in the dream I started crying because it was so beautiful...I only ever told that one friend about it because I thought she would understand and not think I was crazy!

Well, since then (I am in my late 20's), my life has had many ups and downs, but I believe that the vision helped me through a lot, it gave me faith. I just "knew" it was real. The interesting thing is that I had another vision in a dream about 6 months ago, right after my dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and we knew it was terminal. I was devastated. I had moved home to help care for him. The dream, this time, was that I was in bed and I heard a voice say, "Get up, look out into the yard". In the dream I woke up, it was a beautiful sunny morning (it was in actuality rainy April) and I looked out my open bedroom window to see Jesus and St. Mark (I just "knew" who it was, I can't explain this...I am not a very religious person and don't know who all the patron saints are). Again, it was wierd because Jesus looked like the typical represented figure in art...long brown hair, beard, white gown and red robe, with again that aura that is undescribable...after that I just woke up.

This could be completely a coincidence...who knows, but the next day I told my mother about this dream, mainly beacuse I didn't know who St. Mark was and I thought it odd that in the dream I knew it to be him! Well, the hair on my head just about stood up after she told me that due to my dad's terminal illness, they had to make impending funeral arrangements and they were going to bury him in "ST. MARK'S CEMETARY". Another wierd thing was that I did discover who St. Mark was and the fact that his feast day was April 25th, about the time of this occurrance...it was very strange!

Again, I don't have any explanation for these dreams, but in both cases they have come in a time of great duress and have comforted me. My father passed away last month and I have faith that he is out of pain and in a better place.