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)