Jesus in my dreams

It doesn’t happen very often. In fact It’s only happened to me about 5 times in my life, where Jesus was actually in my dreams. I actually woke up with tears this morning. I dreamed I was at mass. The church was one I’ve never been to, and the priest was someone I’ve never met. It was clear from the start that this dream was focused on the Holy Eucharist. My dad was with me, which was another interesting component. The climax of the dream was when I went up to receive communion and when I received it into my hands, I looked down, and the host was crumbled into many very small pieces. I remember being so concerned with losing any of it. The person who gave me the Eucharist didn’t seem to care and tried to brush it off, and I said to him, this is Jesus Christ! I can’t let him fall. Some pieces began to fall on the ground and I was scrambling to gather it all. I began to cry, and just then I woke up, with tears in my eyes. All in all a very vivid dream. I have no idea why I would be dreaming of this. I certainly love and respect the Holy Eucharist, but I haven’t been thinking about it. I will chalk this up as a gift from God. Thank you Lord for being so wholly a part of my life, in my waking hours and my sleep! I love you.