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)