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)