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)