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)