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)