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)