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)