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)