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)