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 horrifying beneath the surface with strange organic masses. A goblin like alien grabs me a holds me down so I can't swim up. Don't remember how I got out of that.


Driving around the town of Norman. Noticing architecture. Visit an outdoor bookshop,where I see books that very similar to books I had outlined but never wrote (not in real life). Because this stories emerged from the collective they eventually became channeled through a different author. They were a series called the four Noble truths a featured native. American art on the covers. Looked at a display of sandman and sandman universe comics.


Nap dream: wingmakers magnets. James true name as pictures.