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)