I was babysitting and while my granddaughter was taking her nap, I thought I'd use the time to pray a rosary. Today's Monday, the sorrowful mysteries are prayed. Somewhere from the second decade to the fifth, I nodded off. I woke up after the Holy Spirit crashed through the window.
Not physical reality, in my dream. I was at Mass, right next to the altar. I don't know who the Mass celebrant was, but all of a sudden a bird crashed through the stained glass window. I looked and saw a white bird flying around and thought it was exactly like pictures of the Holy Spirit as a white dove.
OK. What does it mean?
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