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)