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)