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)