This reminds me of one of my visions from the first few times I was attempting consuming 3g crushed syrian rue + a. confusa brew.
I was just meditating lying down, looking into myself and trying to see what syrian rue was. It approached as a weak vision, almost as if seen in the mirage of a hot desert: a stout, gnarled crone. With a voice and visions.
Lots of harmalas in my experience with smaller amounts of dmt can produce more dreamscape-type imagery.
I feel that each encounter with the plant is unique in its presentation, even so it has a noticeable signature. Each trip is very different.
btw... acacialand.com is an awesome domain name