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)