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)