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)