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)