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)