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)