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)