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)