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)