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)