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)