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)