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)