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)