“When I was about 12 I had a dream where I was inside the entrance of what I considered to be a mansion. There was a very warm young man there too who was a little amused by my ‘transport’ to this location. I saw a stairway going to another floor and a front door with glass panels on each side. I looked outside the side window and there was a long drive with trees being planted on each side. I looked back at the young man with a question on my mind about what I was seeing. The man said with a smile, ‘It isn’t finished yet.’ That was the end of the dream. I felt the man was either Jesus or an angel and that was my mansion. I had received the sacraments, but our family did not attend Mass or talk about the faith during those years so it was doubtful I had heard about the mansions of heaven. In the dream I was not particularly impressed with the material ‘stuff’ but rather with the man and that something was being prepared for me. From time to time the dream has reminded me to have hope.” — Mary L Nelson, Bridgeport, CT

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