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)