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)