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)