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.
The dreadful, eerie dead. Those who would not or could not walk down into the Valley of Shadow.
Dead children gather at the quarters
And just stare at my house in silence,
As if the violence of their passing
Had wiped out all speech. Each of them has
Already attained the alien
Soulless quality of the angry dead.
I jump out of my bed and drive them
Off of my lawn. But there is no peace.
I didn’t release them from what they
Suffered, and so they cannot move on.
In the quiet hours before dawn
The dead gather again with mindless
Grins. Vampire spirits, sharply-dressed,
Their eyes express a strange weightlessness.
But the pearl of alchemy is in
My hands. And though they perceive my plans,
They don’t attempt to run. I transform
The dead dreams, and all the dead are gone.
– from the Book of Onei, Part III: The Powers of Onei