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)