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)