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)