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)