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)