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)