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)