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)