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)