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)