I was with this wrinkled old brown guy in a wired hat/ headdress thing, maybe some sort of shaman, and I could tell he had a fiery tongue before he spoke because his whole mouth glowed so brightly that I could see his jaws and teeth through his flesh, like an X-ray. He spoke to me, but not in a way that I could understand, leaving glyph-like cinders hanging in the air.

Deep below the surface of the ocean, the water is arranged in boxes, all different shades of blue. I jump from one box to another, able to breathe underwater. A goddess rises from the water, her hair full of stars. She raises her arms and the stars all become the eyes of peacock feathers. A white beard appears first, then a stern man’s face forms around it, Cheshire cat style. He has wisdom to impart to me. In my sleep, I feel my right hand...

A magic woman appeared in my dream blowing smoke over me and my sister. It was a ritual of some sort, and the woman was native American, or had some resonance with native Americans. I was on the floor with my head to the ground. The woman kept blowing smoke onto me and I went up into dolphin asana, the yoga pose where you’re on your feet and your elbows. The woman continued blowing smoke and I went up into headstand, then into one armed...

Picnic on a beautiful grassy hill with all of my Israeli relatives, eating food, flying kites. Some of us go hiking onto a 26 thousand high frozen mountain pass in the Himalayas where we visit some Tibetan Lamaseries. When we get back to the picnic, one of the kites which has been fashioned from a plastic shopping bag flies away and I chase after it. A younger member of my extended family sees the escaped kites and I say, “hey, could you...

I don’t know if I can say anything to ancestral communication or lucidity, but it is nice to be able to remember something about my dreams since that’s been lacking in my life lately. The overall theme seemed to be “busy-ness”; going places and doing things with people; getting stuff done. At first I was dreaming about our gathering and some sort of preparation we were doing. There were stickers we needed to make, and I was organizing...

My ability to connect with my dreams symbolically was much stronger than usual over the past two nights of dreaming. This expanded seeing happened at the Oneironauticum, and then the night after, when we had our homeopathic dose in the morning. I didn’t find there to be too much of a difference between my dreams the first and second night, only the first night, I had more time to enjoy hynopompia. My second night dream was like...