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)