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)