I was on my way to a Catholic church, and as I got close enough to hear the priest through the windows, I heard him call my name: "Is there a person called Rushemeza here?" When I stepped inside, I hesitated to raise my hand, but many others did, pretending to be me. When I finally raised mine, the priest locked eyes with me, recognized me, and called me forward.
I knelt on a prayer bench, and he asked what was wrong. I said, "Everything I try to do fails," repeating it twice. Then, I turned to my left and suddenly broke down, crying, "God, please forgive me for my sins," also saying it twice.
At that moment, I saw a face—like an ancient Roman statue, cold and expressionless, almost angry. As I stared into its eyes, a bright light engulfed everything. Then the dream shifted.
I saw a small winged figure, almost like a fairy. People whispered, "It looked into the eyes of God, lost its sight, but gained wings." I wasn’t sure if the figure was me, if the face I saw was God, Jesus, or something else enti
rely.
I knelt on a prayer bench, and he asked what was wrong. I said, "Everything I try to do fails," repeating it twice. Then, I turned to my left and suddenly broke down, crying, "God, please forgive me for my sins," also saying it twice.
At that moment, I saw a face—like an ancient Roman statue, cold and expressionless, almost angry. As I stared into its eyes, a bright light engulfed everything. Then the dream shifted.
I saw a small winged figure, almost like a fairy. People whispered, "It looked into the eyes of God, lost its sight, but gained wings." I wasn’t sure if the figure was me, if the face I saw was God, Jesus, or something else enti
rely.