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)