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)