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)