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)