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)