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)