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)