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)