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)