I had such an odd dream last night — so vivid. It’s unusual for me to remember my dreams, but this one is sticking.

I was in a semi-darkened room, where there were seats along a wall. On my right was a person with a dark baby in his or her arms. I had some sense that this baby was something … evil. I took the baby into my arms and tried to bless it. I drew a cross on the baby’s forehead, saying the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. I then went to kiss the baby in that same spot, but I just passed through the baby’s head, as if it were insubstantial. I felt evil and hatred coming from that baby and got scared. On my left, I saw my priest sitting in another chair along the wall and I crawled over to him. “Bless me, Father,” I asked, and he did. Then, the priest was Jesus Himself. I climbed closer, until I was in His chair with Him, which was somehow now large enough for us both. I looked back at the baby, but it was too dark and I couldn’t see. Jesus said, “He is looking at Me with such hatred.” I no longer felt fear, but turned back to the Lord.

Then, I woke up.