I read a few good books and then started in on Aleister Crowley's fourth book of magic. It slowed me down big time, I just couldn't devour it. The first half of the book is about meditation, perception and mental control topics. Nothing too crazy, that is what the second, and for me unreadable half is about (wands, scepters, crowns, alters, practice of magick, ect...) I would read a section before bed. After doing this about three times I had the most curious experience. I "woke" in a sparse chamber, sitting in the middle of a comfortable cushion in a room with black pillars and white curtains obscuring my view out of the area. The whole place was very pleasant, not a stark uncomfortable black and white. Sitting across from me was a man in a classy robes who was with out a doubt Alistair himself. We had a dialog about the world and consciousness and then meditated together for several hours. It was a very pleasant and stimulating experience. The next night I read a section, went to bed and once more awoke in presence of The Great Beast. We had another dialog, and meditated for the rest of the night. This continued throughout my reading of the first half of the book. When I reached the 2nd half on practical magick I had no dreams of any significance. I don't think Aleister himself was came to visit me in my dreams, it was a little show my brain put on for me. Aleister seem to have been a first class bastard in life. Brilliant and talented but pretty much a dick, at least that is what I got from reading a biography about him a few years ago, but the dreams were magnificent.