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)