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)