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)