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)