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)