I dreamt about
this guy. The doppleganger, specifically, not richlevy. He had that closed-off, unresponsive look on his face. As he sat in my living room (which wasn't my real living room) in a horrific, colorful christmas sweater. I tried to talk to him about the sweater, but he was like a brick wall.
Then, there were these shoes that I got off the display on the wall (like a shoe store) that had all this heavy fur on them, and a section with bunched-up elastic that I determined could be pulled all the way around, wrapped inside the other side of the shoe, and attached with one of those flat hooks that fasten dress pants. Pretty cool design, actually.
Doppleganger was not impressed by the shoes.