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)