My intention this night was to dream for the purpose of divining. I went to bed hoping for some sort of prophecy. Unfortunately, I was very tired when I went to bed after an active day, which for me, can be the worst for getting good dreams. I went to bed a cross between optimistic and a little self-critical, not sure what to expect, hoping to get something, and wishing that I had slept more the night before so my chance of getting a grand...

I dreamt that I was chosen to play bass for the Rolling Stones, sort of a live audition thing. The key elements were being mysteriously picked up in a limo, being poorly dressed, and puttering about on a private jet. I was wearing a pair of grey levi’s and a button-up plaid shirt tucked in. I looked like I was a regular guy whose wife dressed him with whatever was on sale at Mervyn’s, and of course this contrasted with the...

Starts with myself, and Fur and Erik and Vivek and someone else driving up into the hollywood hills except transfered to san francisco and made much more strangely rural. Actually it looked a lot like pismo. We drive around and eventualy end up parking near a steep grassy hill next to stores that looks sort of Japanese (the whole place, streetsigns etc). And we start to walk up a steep steep path and into a super green lush japanese forest...

During the first part of the night, after drinking the delicious calea zacatechichi liqueur, I had a very complex, detailed dream. Three different dream narratives of more or less the same string of events all ran simultaneously, or else they went back and forth. In the first one, I left the place where we’d conducted Oneironauticum, a small wooden house at the end of a long rural road. I started to walk home, realizing I was barefoot and this...

For the June Oneironauticum at the Ojai Foundation, I downed my bitter brew of Calea Zacatechichi and then followed moonlit paths through the grounds to our spacious yurt, spectacularly perched on the edge of the Eastern lip of the valley. Erik and I alternated between a sensual sexy vibe and giggling like children, particularly once we’d hunted down a persistent rustling that turned out to be a very cute mouse who barely deigned to scurry...