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)