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)