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)