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)