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)