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)