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)