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)