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)