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)