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)