I enjoy William Hope Hodgson’s creativity; however, this is not one of his classic best works. The prose meanders so much that the tale suffers in the telling. I agree that there is beauty in the evocative verbiage, but what does it matter that in an effusive word salad there is beauty, if the entire dream is lost? The original work titled the Nightlands was 200,000 words. What does it say to you that Hodgson pared his tome to an otherwise svelte 20,000-word novella, and I still did not understand the Dream? I understand that a dream is filled with metaphor and simile conveyed in lyrically poetic language, but Hodgson was usually very good at world-building. Here, I was lost from the very onset and 140 pages later, I was scratching my head. I do not count it a total loss, but I give it 2 Grey Geeks for the lyrical and innovative storytelling. This is part of the weird sub-genre of horror, so be advised that this is not Hodgson at his best, IMHO and if you are not a fan of weird Lovecraftian-style horror, you should probably give this one a pass.