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)