God Entered My Body

Date: 3/1/2023

There was a young Chinese woman with some missing teeth who wanted to become a devout Christian so we had her greet people at the Church entrance as they went in for Mass. There were some children and one of them was having his birthday today and she congratulated him quietly. I helped welcome her into the Church. Inside was a strange atypical Mass, or at least atypical according to Catholic tradition. Myself and another girl who looked like the girl from Midsommar wore white dresses and helped the priest during the Mass. The priest looked like the priest from my irl communion and confirmation, a young guy with sandy blonde hair. The theme of the Mass was the Second Coming or Resurrection. In this dream, the priest preached that Christ would be reborn in a different form than how we might imagine. The priest said something about how Jesus would be "reborn between gender and sex", essentially hard to define and recognise because His Spirit is beyond distinction and because the world is ready to contemplate upon it. It was pretty out there sermon. But it sounded like legitimate Christian doctrine, and the priest spoke reverently. When it was time to distribute the Eucharist and the wine to the congregation, it became kinda weird. The priest brought down the bread and wine to a small room on the side of the Church and gave the Eucharist to myself and the other girl separately. We knelt at the pews and prayed really hard while the priest invoked the names of powerful archangels to protect us? Or to possess us? I don't know which, but I think he spoke Enochian (angel language, not that I know what it sounds like, but I know it wasn't Latin or English, and I got the distinct impression it was Enochian somehow). The priest also possessed a special staff, like a magic or holy staff, white and gold. He yelled incantations and when he pointed at me with the staff, I felt as if I grew phantom wings, large and made of light, though they were invisible. From that point I fell into a kind of spiritual trance. I was not in control of my actions (as in, I watched myself doing things. By the way, I was not lucid). The end portion of the strange Mass was approaching and the priest sensed something in me was different, I was "chosen" while the other girl was not. So he gave me the privilege of taking the chalice with the blood of Christ to bring back to the altar at the appropriate end of the Church. As I walked past people, I imagined myself bleeding from my heart, and I would touch my chest and then imagine my hand covered in the blood of Christ and then I would flick it on the people in the Church to "bless" them and to "absolve" them from sin. I felt as though a part of me was attuned to Christ's soul. However, I was not bleeding. I was merely in a kind of trance. As I approached the altar, there was a lot of chanting, the priest was chanting as well (like Gregorian or classical, not creepy cultish). I wanted to join in the singing but I couldn't open my mouth. Instead, a voice came from somewhere else, and was higher than I can possibly sing irl. Everyone immediately stopped, recognising that the voice was angelic/holy. They turned towards the source of the singing voice, coming from an open window high up the wall. Everyone froze in awe but I was intrigued and moved to go see the open window to see if anyone/anything was up there. Then for a split second I saw a dove made of pure light surrounded by the colours that make up light (spectrum of light, rainbow colours 🌈). I knew immediately it was the Holy Spirit. It flew at me and dissipated into light itself and then I then heard humming in my ears and was lifted into the air by this beam of light streaming through the window, which became brighter and brighter, like sunlight, and lifted me higher and higher. It felt like Christ entered me, or at least a part of the substance of the Spirit He was made of - I.e. God entered me. Everything changed then. I felt I was at a different time and space, but still at a church. I awoke as if I had just fainted and forgot who or where I was, and that everything prior was a dream. There were a few people who saw me and worried when they saw I was bleeding just under the side of my chest/ribcage. Bleeding in the same place where Christ was pierced when He was on the cross. A feature of stigmata. I felt no pain. In addition, I was for some reason carrying an actual lance, which was pierced through the skin on my side but I was able to take it out with no pain or blood, I took it with me. I wore a pale blue dress and was barefoot. I ran away, outside. It had just started raining briefly, felt like summer. Like somewhere typically dry and warm, a town where I've never been before. I felt a sense of urgency, I had to go somewhere, and I had to remember what I was supposed to do. The rain soon stopped and the sun was shining. I was overwhelmed with a sense of mission. But also a sense of danger. I wanted to get into a bus but I had no money. As I walked towards a bridge I began recalling parts of who I was, why I was here in this place, though they were only feelings and instincts. I walked and tried to remember more. I started recognising the place around me as one from my past (not irl), but it was disturbingly different. It was an artificial movie set. There was a Hollywood movie production going on. Everyone was setting up, rushing to finish building parts of the set. Actors wandered around rehearsing scenes. Funnily enough, Adam Sandler was a janitor, not an actor, but he was noticed and well-liked because he was always in a good mood and said hi to everybody. This informed me it's an alternate reality, because I recognised him. I also saw Matthew McConoughey or however you spell his name drive by me, he looked at me with a concerned expression but he drove on. I was afraid to talk to people in my state as I didn't know who I was, but at least my wound totally stopped bleeding, and the blood stain went away. Then I noticed I was wearing a denim jacket over my dress... And it clicked that my dress was a costume, but the jacket was actually mine in this world. I passed by builders constructing part of a set which I remembered from my past as real and I felt weird, starting to doubt everything. It's like finding out your whole life is a movie set, a Truman Show moment. A group of young actors recognised me and tried to call me. I avoided them. Stuttered something to get them to leave me alone. I put my hands in my jacket pockets, but they were too small for my hands, and in one pocket there was already something. A needle full of some kind of translucent liquid. It fell on the ground and the actors following me saw it. I swore it wasn't mine, stepped on it which spilled the liquid everywhere and I was terrified of getting in trouble so I ran away. But before I got away, I heard one of the actors getting excited about "the drugs" and he said to the others "look guys! This is the stuff Nirvana uses, this is the good shit!" They had their own needles and literally wanted to inject the liquid that was spilled on the ground! Was it heroin? Towards the end of the dream I started doubting the earlier part of my dream as a "drug induced hallucination" and that I was a Hollywood actress and drug user who had taken her role too seriously and had a breakdown...