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)