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)