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)