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)