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)