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)