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)