by Sophie Elmhirst, 10/11/12
Ai Weiwei doesn’t
usually dream. He doesn’t remember his dreams, or if he does they are
deflatingly
banal. Last night, for example, he says he dreamed he was hungry
and feasting on cucumbers, but
in his eagerness bit his tongue and woke himself
up – “Ow!”. His unconscious imaginings haven’t
always been so prosaic. When Ai
was detained at Beijing Capital Airport last year and held in a
secret police
cell for 81 days