Perhaps I had my own dream of “Aelia Laelia” in the following:

A black woman is giving a magnificent performance. She voices her inner emotions in a highly evocative way, and then—as if standing outside of herself and observing—she describes her reaction to those feelings. “She’s turning herself inside out,” I think. I am astounded at what she is doing and feel great admiration for her. Her performance is electric. Its vividness and energy have a numinous quality.