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)