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)