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)