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)