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)