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)