Scenery in the mouth 2

I have had dreams over and over since I was little. It's a dream where a rock so big that you can look up at a place like a rough desert is standing right in front of you. As an adult, I understood that the image I touched with my tongue in my mouth was that scene. It is not an act of “seeing with your eyes,” but the way a landscape is formed as an image with tactile senses other than sight is very strange, and I wanted to know the mechanism. I would like to express not only sight but also processes understood by hands, feet, organs, etc. as if post-impressionist artists such as Cezanne and Black were breaking down and trying to grasp the process of seeing and understanding with the eyes.