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)