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)