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)