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)