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)