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)