The night before I had just started to read Andrew Chumbley's Azoetia with fervent curiosity ; I let every words echoes in my mind, linking the different provinces of the mind with the here and now. I read to exhaustion and when I went to bed, I had a very vivid dream.
I was seeing an ancient tapestry seemingly possessing metaphysical powers ; on it I saw a Manticore, a Snake and a Griffin. The mere sight of them was charged with high-density information that could be better felt than described. Altough the exchange was non-verbal there certainly was a direct telepathic communication, mostly with the manticore, which was giving clues as of how to travel in hyper-space. I remember the atmosphere having a density which is very proper to the mental world, as if the space-time continuum we were in was weaving. I remember that at the end of the dream, the manticore ''jumped'' me and cut the bridge of my awareness back to my former ego.