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)