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)