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)