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)