The Book of Onei is an antinomian dream grimoire, providing deceptive yet true information about the art of Oneiromancy or dream magic in the form of poetry, fantasy, and intentionally ambiguous instructions.
A flying ship gliding over an icy landscape.
You can use it to travel through Onei.
I walked across a plain of arctic ice
Beneath a sky of sharp and broken stars.
The world was flat and white, but shadowed scars
Lurked here and there across the frozen sea.
My heart was quiet, though the rising wind
Was howling like the devil’s pipes. My skin
Was burning, faintly. Out there, in the night,
I saw the Ship of Stars against the snow.
Her boards were creaking, and an eerie glow
Clung, soft as mist, to ropes and flapping sails.
I climbed aboard and stood before the wheel
And with a sound of steel on sharpened steel
Her prow jumped out across the plain of ice.
The fog came in, and with it came a thought-
“Tonight’s a night for flying.” What I sought
Could lie in wait across this winter waste.
The Ship of Stars rose up into the night
And floated through the fog. Our only light
Came dimly through the wall of mist- a glow
From somewhere far away. My restless will
Grew vast, expansive, but as calm and still
As all the leagues of sky through which we flew.
I felt as insubstantial as a ghost.
“It won’t be long,” I thought. “I’m getting close.”
– from the Book of Onei, Part II: The Lore of Onei