The Next Oneironauticum is Saturday, March 28

The next Oneironauticum is on Saturday, March 28th. We’ll be working with a Waterlilies Somalixir created by our pals at Al-Kemi. The formula combines several sorts of Waterlilies: Blue Nymphaea caerulea of Egypt, Mayan Nymphaea ampla, and Eurpoean Nymphaea alba. Water lilies are thought to contain very pleasant psychotropic qualities (Some theories name Blue Nymphaea caerulea as the “lotus” eaten by the lotus eaters in...

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Alien Visitor, by Vibrata

The alien visitor dream is what I remember most vividly. It was kind of frightening at first, then turned out much differently. An alien was being hunted. It (or maybe “he”?) had tremendous powers to defend himself. The people chasing him were people I knew, though I’m not recalling who exactly. They were in a large warehouse and the alien could hide practically in plain site. His persecutors were trying to use guns and explosives to kill...

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Adventure in a City with Canals, remote dream by Gnat

In a giant cavern, fed by rivers, or maybe an underground city with canals. The action is primarily in one small section of a turning basin in a canal (widened to allow ships to pass/turn etc). There are docks sticking out into the water, lots of cranes for raising things, and people around but not crazy busy. And there is no sky above, just darkness, but not night. There is a navy ship of some type with little other navy ships, the captain is...

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Dying then Fading Away, remote dream by Bill

Along with one other man, I was a war hero who was assassinated and it was being covered up. We were shot during a presentation of some medal of bravery, in front of an audience. I spent the majority of the dream as a fading, clumsy ghost. There were some uncomfortable details, like I visited (as a ghost) the guy who was writing my obituary for the newspaper and it was all wrong, it was just boilerplate stuff, and I was screaming at him that my...

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Swashbuckling, by Dean

The night we took the Somalixir, at around 2am, I got a call from Russia that woke me up, but what’s weird about that is that the phone was turned off upstairs and I could barely hear the downstairs phone. At the time, I was dreaming that I was some kind of swashbuckler (dressed in, I think, 16th century blue ruffles and tights) and leaping huge distances around a castle with my rapier while fighting the enemies of the king. I felt like I...

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