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)