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)