One evening, I thought a lot about the intercession of the saints, about which Saint I should pray with.
I was seeking some help with fighting sins, temptations, and also seeking the usual protection for my family and I. The same night, I had one of the most “realistic” dream ever:
I was standing in a Church, with some people near the entrance.
This Church had countless saints statues all over the place, and near me, one of Archangel Michael.
Suddenly, I felt a stressful, evil presence: at the centre of the alley, was a statue of Satan (or at least it looked like it).
Almost immediately, every saints statues became sorta “alive”, floating in the air, in front of their stone stands.
Saint-Michael looked straight at me, and I could feel an incredible force surrounding him. He and every other saints aggressively stormed Satan’s statue, and it disappeared. (the stressful feeling left as well)
Then, every Saints went back on their stands, and became statues again.
Although, one came to me before leaving. He hold me in his arms like a father would comfort his young son, and said my name. At this moment, I woke up, and remembered everything, as if I lived something real.
Sad thing: I have NO CLUE about who this saint was. He looked very generic.
(30-40 years old~, short beard, calm face, looked like a monk who could’ve lived between 1850-1950’s based on the robes?). Perhaps I’ll know who he was one day.
At least I got the message straight:
My family and I are protected, and praying with the saints really does count for something.