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)