A Place for Dreams
Oh child, do come in!
It’s cold out, and… Oh! So very, very dark.
Here, smoke this while I find a candle.
It’s my own special blend.
I have it flown in from Cambodia!
Yes, I also find myself drifting away as the flames become animate, quivering, and wrapping each long slender log in a twisting stream
of bright orange, red, and an elusive, and utterly compelling blue,
as you find yourself sliding, ever so gently sliding, past that noisy place, beyond the gate of dreams, into that luminous, numinous haze where singing is color…
I would suggest that, in this floating drifting blooming little
violet of a mood you are in, you may want to browse the full display.
Sometimes, as we all know, our dreams meld and spiral, slowly or slippery fast as quicksilver on an inclined plane, leading from one, to another, to another, to a final unpredictable collapse translated into a quasi-chaotic end state, which I, myself, find quite pleasurable.
However, I am not one to tell others how to live.
Many who come here have, hmm… let’s call it a “purpose,” though such purpose may not choose to reveal it’s true self to such a person for quite some time.
If this is your case, we have divided our peculiar inventory into three highly subjective and, ultimately, devoid of real meaning (except by the dream logic of The Oneirium).
The three categories are:
Objects of Uncertain Origin
Wherein we compile a weirdly compelling collection of curiosities,
assembled by my international network of shady characters, and old men who smell like fish.
Due to the often unique circumstances surrounding these acquisitions, we will relate the data we were able to ferret out, but do not guarantee such historical facts, secret histories, myths, fables, or tall tales, are actually true.
Welcome to the Science House
A lovely selection of artifacts, theoretical data, experiments, weird old books, and rare equipment to allow you to follow your mad science heart into realms of speculation outside the narrow spheres of modern thought.
Also, reconditioned used microscopes.
And, of course -
Lost Worlds and Where They Went
In so many ways, the modern world has allowed more mixing of human experience than was ever before possible. This is a good thing. The unfortunately, the inevitable converse of this observation is that, having been it the big blender of modern life, human experience is now undergoing a quick homogenization effect.
However this jamification event plays out, we here at The Oneirium encourage the preservation of lost world artifacts. You can help!