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)