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The 'midnight' mass I thought I would be able to attend in Retonfey ended up being at the time I was told it would start, so I arrived in extremis, for communion. No matter. It was nicely decorated, warm, crowded, the choir played a bit off key, but nothing unbearably cheesy or modern. I don't know why I thought back to that dream that has definitely left its mark on me:
I am at Laurence's house, who is not present. I'm in the garage, which has been converted into a playroom or something. It's night, and very dark. I'm with a girl I'm more or less hitting on. She has a Slavic accent and/or name. Other people are supposed to be in the house, it's a kind of friendly meeting. One of these friends suddenly turns up, looking panicked, terrified. He explains that one of the guests has disappeared. He's not just missing, I understand; he's really gone. As if carried away by something, disintegrated, taken to another dimension. The fear I feel is indescribable. I'm in town, then, at dawn or dusk; it's dark. I take refuge in a church, where a mass is being held. There are many people, the church is beautiful, the atmosphere is friendly, warm, reassuring. My father is there, as well as other people I know. Someone is reading the newspaper. I leaf through it and read about what happened at Laurence's house, but the article talks about it as a blockbuster movie that terrorizes the public. Someone in the church uncorks some schnapps; the atmosphere is friendly, not at all solemn.
The Church as an ark of light, in the darkness, where people pile up a bit, where they don't necessarily listen to the priest but are present all the same.