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)