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)