mouse girl likes shoes          
                                          
                                      
                                          
 in  this  dream  i was  a girl of  maybe 
 sixteen years,  together with my dad  in 
 a  huge bath  house  /  spa  /  hotel  / 
 shopping centre.      dad  was constatly 
 pointing out hot  girls  to me. "you see 
   that black-haired thing dissapearing   
 behind  the  clothes  rack?  oof!"  he'd 
 say.  he was  always  very creepy  about 
 this,   going   for   girls   my    age. 
                                          
 this  night he  had just  tried to woo a 
 girl he called a "mouse"  by  buying her 
 shoes,  but she  had accepted them  only 
 to run away immediately  afterward.  dad 
 was  a   bit  bummed  but   dropped   it 
 quickly.  i said  goodnight  to  him and 
       went looking for the mouse.        
                                          
 the building was enormous  and mazelike. 
 walls, floors and  pillars were  set  in 
 green  marble. throughout  the house ran 
 a  main  boulevard,  wide  as  a street, 
 framed with  clay vases dark as obsidian 
 and taller than a  person.  in each vase 
 was  placed upright  a leaf from  a palm 
 tree or giant  fern. the  boulevard  was 
 dimly lit, which allowed the  pools that 
   were generously sprinkled throughout   
   each floor would reflect suggestive    
          patterns on the marble.         
                                          
                                      
                                          
 following  the  boulevard, two floors up 
 i  found  her  crying  behind  two  fern 
 vases.  she  was  beautiful,  and  as  i 
 approached, she looked up and  sniveled. 
 in  the  nearest vase  she  had  stuffed 
              both the shoes.             
                                          
 i  told her to  follow,  but  she didn't 
 move  or speak.  so  instead  i said  to 
 stay there, and ran to get her  a better 
 pair of shoes  that  she would  actually 
 like.  when  i  returned,  having  spent 
 more  than  i  could  really afford, she 
 was visibly impressed.  i tried to sound 
 cool,  saying something  like  "what  do 
 you  think,  just because a  girl has  a 
 freaky  dad,  she  doesn't have  taste?" 
 but  mouse  girl  just  laughed  at  me. 
                                          
 she then took me by  the hand and led me 
 out   a  side   route  to  a  closed-off 
 rooftop  walking garden, full of juniper 
 and  thuja.  it was a late evening,  and 
     the stars were glittering. being     
 closed, the garden had its light  turned 
 off,  but  we  could  still see  our way 
 around  by the light  shining  down from 
 the   windows  of   the  higher  floors. 
                                          
 she lay down in a patch of  grass. i sat 
 down  on  my  knees,  and  then  crawled 
 closer.  she  laughed at  me again,  and 
                  said -                  
                                          
                                      
                                          
 (here i am awakened by the morning crew)