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)