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)