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)