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)