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)