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)