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)