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)