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)