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)