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)