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)