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)