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)