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)