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)