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)