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)