Dude it's like clockwork for me, like 3 days in, boom. I mean I dream normally, but I'm talking like super bizarre...ie/brief summary...buddy's ex-gf picks us up hurriedly and drives us to town beach. We enter this house, which is a library strictly for Grateful dead soundboard tapes, and low and behold, the boys are in there playing, the exact show of ****'s Picks 1, 1973. We leave even more hurriedly to the lighthouse, walk out on this enormous pier and construction workers are floating their way to work underneath. The fog on shore clears, and low and behold, as far as the eye can see the beach is lined with glass pyramids, multicoloured, and i mean the richest most vibrant colours you can imagine. With strange alphabet stylee characters. Almost as weird as the DMT space.