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)