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)