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 queen hanging from an apple tree on a plain of ice.
An apple tree upon a plain of ice,
Stands out against the sky. There hangs a queen,
Unclothed, but armed, among the leaves. Unseen,
The wheels of heaven turn. I feel their weight,
And in the cold I cannot catch my breath.
She grins at me. “It smells of sweat and death.
Blood wisdom’s always like that. If you took
A cup of it you’d see it’s dark as wine
And never sweet, but oh so strong. You’d find
Yourself upon an apple tree…” She laughs
And thunder rolls as if a mighty door
Had turned upon its hinge. “We’ve met before,”
That’s all that I can say. She starts to keen,
A supersonic whine, as sharp and clear
As broken church bells. “Come and find me here.”
This is the blood wisdom, and it smells of sweat and death.
– from the Book of Onei, Part III: The Powers of Onei