On mimes

[boccaderlupo]

I dreamed I saw a homeless fellow scrounging around for garbage on the beach. He had curly hair and looked somewhat like the actor Sacha Baron Cohen. It was unclear to me if he were mentally ill or a kind of street performer. He moved about wordlessly and whimsically in filthy green overalls. From a garbage can he gathered up an old sock, and rolled it up, and placed it on his face like a animal's snout, replete with a mark where the nose should be. Then he found an old cigar and lit it, and proceeded to place it in the snout. 

The cigar burned down, of course, and lit the sock on fire, which of course caught him on fire, and we all rushed over to him trying to put the fire out.