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)