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)