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)