Dreaming the Dream of the Other by Ariel Riveros

I had a microsleep dream about a guy vintage newsboy cap, wearing tweed trousers, strops for braces, rough silk shirt, small silver rim glasses. A strapping physique but ugly — in the undulating green Shropshire landscape with yews, willows and freaking copses. 

They were thinking Rodin problematic thoughts and I could only see their colours and pattern like MRI vision. I could make out an Ancient Greek deity άγαλμα out of a merchant ivory film. Pseudoforest sculptures that are souls. Not objects or icons. 

I woke up quickly though and the stropping strapping likely ugly Shropshire lad problem thought stayed with me but I'm definitely in the wrong circadian state now to figure it out for us.