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)