I had a dream with Aleister Crowley in it last night. As far as I recall it was a first.
In it I was walking through an old house with lots of different rooms and hallways. There were all kids of people in various stages of undress doing all kinds of strange things. People were convulsing, smearing mud all over themselves, chanting, talking gibberish, it was like a scene from an insane asylum in an old movie. Having been in real ‘asylums’ though, it didn’t have a lot of resemblance to that reality.


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