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)