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)