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)