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)