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)