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)