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)