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)