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)