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)