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)