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)