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)