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)