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)