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)