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)