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)