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)