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)