My third eye, which could also be phrased as my imaginative consciousness, gateway to astral and higher consciousness has never been particularly good.  It is actually often at the point where I rarely remember dreams, and where I get the sense in the morning that I didn’t dream at all.  In my youth I was avid about opening my inner eye, and made quite a bit of progress.  Since I’ve been away from my practice for several years, it’s gotten …