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)