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)