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)