in my dream, a priest wearing a plain mask of clay, colorless and without any features, barely with narrow slits for the eyes and a wider one for the mouth. behind the mask, deep darkness. the priest was giving a sermon to adolescents. i had followed him there (why in a church?). only i knew there was nothing under the mask. he gestured with his long fingers and, suddenly, addressing me, said: "those whom truth has repelled." the sentence sounded as a portent. something about  went so much against the grain of everyone's expectations that no one even noticed what he said. the palm of his hand turned downward like a flailing leaf, the priest flicked his middle finger as if he wanted to drive me away with it.