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)