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)