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)