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)