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)