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)