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)