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)