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)