Where do we go when the world falls away and we drift into sleep? For millennia, the answer came from outside of us. Imagine an ancient priestess, her face veiled in smoke, deciphering a king’s nightmare. To her, the dream was not a product of the mind, but a message from the gods, a divine whisper, or a glimpse into the future.
But the twentieth century turned our gaze inward. The new explore...
