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)