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)