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)