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)