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)