So, back when I was early in highschool, I had a dream where I think Christ appeared to me.

I remember first cowering in a corner, sobbing, as if I was terrified. Then, I was drawn to another room as if being lifted by the force, forcefully and suddenly. There, I saw a figure I can only make out to be Christ. Had typical long dark hair, wearing a humble robe.... except His was face clouded with a thick, bright white fog. He just stood there, looking at me, didn't move at all. He instructs, without words or movement, me to turn around, and read off of a piece of paper that has a red border, and red writing in a language I could not recognize or comprehend...but I started reading it. I had no clue what I read or what I was speaking. All the while I'm still terrified and sobbing. Then eventually I wake up, not sure if I read til the end or not.

I've never been able to discern what this meant, if I truly saw Christ, if this was FROM Christ...and part of me has always felt that this means I'm damned. This dream has always shook my faith because I do not understand this dream. A few years after that dream, my faith did increase drastically, and while Ive had my falls, my faith (I feel) is strong, and God has blessed me immensely in ways that would make me sound like a conspiracy theorist (trying to connect everything together as God's Will). I receive the sacraments always, and am involved in my parish and the greater church itself. I feel that I'm pleasing God (outside of sin) with my life...I just feel like this dream was a bad sign and that there's nothing I can do.

Where's Daniel when you need him??