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)