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)