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)