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)