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)