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)