May 31
Went to church at St. Marks. Redesigned interior. A young priest that wears huge clown shoes. Realized the terrain surrounding the church is rich and beautiful, there is a stream that could have run through the sanctuary if they designed it that way. Just by thinking about it, that design faintly manifested. Later, in the foyer, an alarm sounds and there are gunshots: a shooter. We all bolt. I make it out a back door and into the neighbourhoods to the north. I can see someone in an easterbunny costume roaming around firing an automatic weapon. Flee back to the church, down to a large basement complex are. Follow the tunnel that connects to some other mysterious location, like a hotel with dim lights, lots of people. Later, by the lake (St. Marks). In a prayer circle, thinking this is what really draws people to church, not the doctrine. Something about diving into a river of trash, which includes sci find trash and a spaceship, swept deep under the trash current, it is even more...