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)