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)