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)