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)