Schism of Dreams

The Schism of Dreams was the dreamscape Yaolara was in during the Ride of the Red Dreamer storyline. It was accessed through a wall of shadow in the Temple of Ronan in Solhaven, which had been overrun with monsters in 5112 Modern Era. Sealing it required the corpses of the duskborn creatures born of the dream realm. Their blood created other monsters including undead.

The Seal of Dreams

Orphia was lost in the Fash'lo'nae Library, which had been accessed using vesperti, seeking the knowledge to seal the schism of the Dreamer.

This was the letter she threw out when a way was briefly opened back there for her:

To craft a Seal of Dreams, you must acquire the following:

the wings of a dreamer's butterfly
the mane of a nightmare steed
a sprig of nightshade
the corpses of three creatures born of dreams

Bring these things to a body of water where death lives and boil in a cauldron, then steep a soulstone to collect the fluid that remains. Place the soulstone on the sleeper, and she shall not wake.

This is all I know. Tell my mother I love her.

-O

The Schism

These are room descriptions from the Schism of Dreams. The Realm of Dreams where Ronan often resides is known as the Eternal Dream.

[Temple of Ronan, Antechamber]
The black lambswool carpet covering the floor is scorched and missing in places, revealing flooring starkly free of the natural wear and tear that has worn the surrounding tiles down to uniform smoothness. Scents of blood and death permeate the air, mingling with what seems a memory of night-blooming jasmine and musk. The walls around a wall of solid shadow are deeply scored and burned, as if some immense force erupted from within. You also see a wide passageway.
Obvious exits: east

XXXXX rests a hand on a wall of solid shadow. His form melts away into a mass of spinning colors that swiftly dissolves into thin air!

You rest a hand on a wall of solid shadow, and suddenly the world begins to spin around you. After a nauseating moment of dizziness, the wild carousel of color glides to a halt, leaving you standing somewhere completely different!

[Schism of Dreams, Obelisk]
Sprouting from a rise of crystalline dreamstone is a hexagonal obelisk of obsidian twice the height of a man. In the blazing light of a full moon peeking over a row of jagged hills to the west, the obelisk yields seven sinuous shadows, each one wavering like a candle's flame. Strange perfume fills the air, like the scents of jasmine and orange, but far sharper and more intense.
Obvious exits: northeast, southeast

XXXXX's group just went northeast.
[Schism of Dreams, Road]
A long stretch of road cuts through the banks of blue-green grass, its cobblestone length illuminated by glowing aquamarine dreamstones held aloft by spiraled pillars of silver. Long-limbed trees shade the road, letting through only the barest glimmers of alloyed moonlight and starlight. In the west, the road dissolves amidst a wall of opaque shadow that swirls like a pool of ink.
Obvious exits: east, southwest, west

XXXXX's group just went east.
[Schism of Dreams, Road]
The dew-slick cobblestones of the road reflect the light of dreamstones adorning some spiraled silver pillars holding multifaceted aquamarine dreamstones to either side of its winding length. As the road curves to the northeast, its even rows of cobblestone give way to packed loam. A flickering glow beckons from the shadowed woodland beyond.
Obvious exits: northeast, west

XXXXX's group just went northeast.
[Schism of Dreams, Woods]
The trees encroaching upon either side of the loamy path are twisted and peculiar, possessed of bark as black as onyx and oddly elongated limbs. Their boughs are heavy with clusters of small silver and golden fruit. Whispers and scurrying sounds filter through the too-green leaves, emanating from a lit glade to the northwest.
Obvious exits: northeast, southwest, west, northwest

XXXXX's group just went northwest.
[Schism of Dreams, Glade]
Ghostly radiance washes in waves off of a bluish crystalline cocoon at the center of the glade. The world holds its breath; nary a breeze stirs the surrounding wood. Hundreds of thousands of butterflies preside over the stillness of the clearing, clinging to branches and filling the air overhead with jewel-bright colors and the restless murmur of their wings. 
Obvious exits: southeast

>look cocoon
The cocoon is a fragile work of spun crystal, shot through with multitudinous cracks that appear to be recent damage. Inside the cocoon, a young woman stands, her eyes open and swirled with crimson and dancing shadows. The crystal seems thinnest where it shields the world from the force of her furious gaze. Ebon hair surrounds her pale face, her exquisite beauty apparent even though she stands motionless. Two slightly pointed ears protrude from her cascade of luxuriant hair.

The disk of bright blue crystal and the cocoon begin to pulse with a slow, steady light, like a heart's beat.

The woman writhes in her prison. Something on the other side of her gaze reaches forward, and a man's mad ranting echoes in the back of your mind.

The cocoon swirls to embrace the crystal, snatching it from Raelee's

Slowly, the walls of the cocoon twitch and swirl tighter, the cracks beginning to fade away.

As the cocoon thickens and brightens around the woman, her eyes suddenly flutter open wider, and the crimson dissolves in a wash of brilliant blue.

A single tear falls from the woman's eyes and rolls down the surface of the cocoon's interior wall. She says a single word, but it is muffled and impossible to understand. Then, her eyes flutter again and shut.

A faint smile forms on the woman's face, as if she has been seized by a pleasant dream.

Solid threads of spun dreamstone crystal embrace the standing form of a young woman, her eyes shut and a tranquil smile upon her face. Ebon hair spills in luxuriant waves around her delicate features, revealing two slightly pointed ears. The exquisite beauty of her visage is apparent even though she is clearly at rest.

The sound of mad ranting fades off into the distance, until it is just a ringing echo in the back of your mind, something that might have been imagined.

A faint and weary sigh echoes through the glade. Several of the butterflies take to flight, spinning through the air on prismatic wings, and a sense of peace washes through you.

A pulse of power travels through the area, and with its passage, the glade seems somehow less substantial.

XXXX's group just went southeast. 
[Schism of Dreams, Woods] 
The trees encroaching upon either side of the loamy path are twisted and peculiar, possessed of bark as black as onyx and oddly elongated limbs. Their boughs are heavy with clusters of small silver and golden fruit. Whispers and scurrying sounds filter through the too-green leaves, emanating from a lit glade to the northwest. 
Obvious exits: northeast, southwest, west, northwest

XXXXX's group just went southwest. 
[Schism of Dreams, Obelisk]
Sprouting from a rise of crystalline dreamstone is a hexagonal obelisk of obsidian twice the height of a man. In the blazing light of a full moon peeking over a row of jagged hills to the west, the obelisk yields seven sinuous shadows, each one wavering like a candle's flame. Strange perfume fills the air, like the scents of jasmine and orange, but far sharper and more intense.
Obvious exits: northeast, southeast

You rest a hand on a hexagonal obsidian obelisk, and suddenly the world begins to spin around you. After a nauseating moment of dizziness, the wild carousel of color glides to a halt, leaving you standing somewhere completely different!

[Temple of Ronan, Antechamber]
The black lambswool carpet covering the floor is scorched and missing in places, revealing flooring starkly free of the natural wear and tear that has worn the surrounding tiles down to uniform smoothness. Scents of blood and death permeate the air, mingling with what seems a memory of night-blooming jasmine and musk. The walls around a wall of solid shadow are deeply scored and burned, as if some immense force erupted from within. 
Obvious exits: east

A powerful dream seizes at your mind, a whirling, dazzling explosion of color and sound of which it is impossible to make sense. Perhaps, in time, you will be able to recall some of what you have seen.