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)