an illustration for a dream i had:

Today I dreamt about Valya. in this dream he had a father who was a priest in an orthodox church. this church was not popular at all, 10-15 people came to the service.

it was the middle of the service when Valya staggered inside. his face was all bloody, his clothes were torn and ragged, you could hear him having trouble breathing. he waddled inside and went to the pew, fell down on it, lifted up his legs on the pew with a groan and stayed there lying on his back.

From his platform, the priest looks at his son and sighs very sadly as he continues the service. Of the people who came to the church to pray, no one pays attention to Valya, because it is such an ordinary event.