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)