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)