Marie
Recently, my father died. It was on April 27th, 2012. I was woken up by my mother with the news on that Friday that he died in a car crash over night. I was in a daze the rest of the day, not believing my father was gone. I sat outside for a long time while I was trying to understand what happened. I don't remember much after that, except that I had to take a Xanax to be able to sleep peacefully. That night, I had a dream. I was outside my house that I'm currently living in, though I never drempt of my house before this. I met a teenaged, skinny girl in an endless void. I didn't know her name, yet I knew it at the same time. The first word I said to her was "Marie". She was of Asain descent, possibly Vietnamese. She looked about my age, around 15. She had on a long, white, sleeveless dress that reached down to below her knees. She had medium long, black hair with parted bangs. She was also barefoot.
She and I talked for a bit, but I don't remember what we talked about. Suddenly, I was in front of my garage at my house with Marie in the spot where my brother usually parks his car in front of the large, outside fridge. My father suddenly walked out the door that lead to the kitchen. I noticed that he was holding three white duffle bags in one arm and one red duffle bag in the other arm. He was walking towards me slowly. "Marie! Help me!", I yelled to her, my body trembling in fear.
"I can't,", She said. She paused for a few moments as my father got closer and closer. "You have to help yourself.", She continued.
The dream ended there. Or at least I thought it did.
I was suddenly in my room, as if I woke up for a few seconds. It felt like I was awake, but slightly dizzy. I saw above me what I identified as my father, but it wasn't. "Dad" was standing on my bed by my window. Though it was dark, I could still see "him". He was twitching like... something from a horror movie. He was twitching so fast that I could only see blurs of red, grey, and black. I felt frightened from how fast it was moving. It ended as suddenly as it began. I woke up in a daze, not remembering at first what happened. I still remember what happened vividly.
I told my mother about my dream and we thought nothing of it until the next day at the Rosary. She told me that the "Marie" I was talking about was the Patron Saint of Teenagers. She had to explain to me who it was, because I never heard of Saint Marie beforehand. We're still trying to figure out what the duffle bags represented.
I read that the Patron Saint of Teenagers is St. Maria Goretti. Maybe I heard her name wrong in my dream? Or maybe she prefers being called Marie? I guess I'll never know.
Here is an explanation from the website I researched on called www.ourcatholicfaith.org
Born: 1890 -- Died: 1902 -- Canonized: 1950
Roman Calendar: Yes -- Roman Canon: No -- Other:
St. Maria Goretti is the first saint in history whose mother was present at her canonization. Believe or not so was Alexander Serenelli, her killer. When St. Maria was 10 years old her father died and Alexander said he would kill her if Maria did not give into his seductions. She refused and he stabbed her 14 times. St. Maria on her death bed forgave Alexander and appeared to him in a dream 8 years after her death and gave him a bouquet of flowers. He converted to Catholicism and was later pardon by the wishes of St. Maria's mother. He was released from prison after 26 years. He became a Franciscan tertiary before he died. St. Maria is the Patron Saint of Teenage Girls and Youth.
Credited to WetthamFTW
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