I was inside the Our Lady of Peace church. They had remodeled it and it looked bigger and more spacious inside.    

The dirty, junk-filled room on the right that lead to the bell tower had been thoroughly cleaned and cleared out. The stair case was gone and the room was four times bigger. It had marble floors now. When you pulled on the thick rope (that used to be attached to the bell in the tower) a series of tapestry depicting religious (?) scenes would drop down from hidden recesses in the wall. It was like a museum, with soft lighting.   

I went back to the main room of the church. The priest was just walking in from the convent or the sacristy. I asked him what he wanted me to do as far as ringing the bell or which decoration (?) to use but he ignored me like he didn't even hear me. He kept on walking down the center aisle towards the altar. The two altar boys behind him looked at each other, shrugged, and followed him.    

The mass was starting.   

He said the opening words, and the people replied but it was the wrong reply. It was the reply for something else that didn't come until much later. But the priest let them finish, and then he made a small joke about it. There was a polite, embarrassed laughter from the people.    
                         
The priest started again.    

I was standing in the back, and so was my mother. I don't think it looked like her. But it was my mother anyway. The pews were full, but not uncomfortably so. I thought it was strange that she would chose to stand in the back when she never does that and there were plenty of seats available.   

It was really bright inside. Almost sunny.   
                           
The priest was giving a sermon now, walking to and fro, gesturing emphatically, trying to make an emotional connection. But I could barely hear him and I didn't understand a word he was saying. There must be a  problem with his clip-on microphone, or he really just spoke in a low tone.    

I overheard someone say, He needs to work on his oratory skills.   

He looked like Tyrell (Roy Batty's "father" in Bladerunner). He had the same shape of face, and he wore similar glasses. He was wearing a white robe with gold highlights. In the bright lights of the altar area the robe was almost blinding, immaculate. He could've been wearing gold necklaces too, which I thought was strange thing for a priest to be doing and especially during mass, but they might have been just part of his robe.