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)