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)