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)