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)