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)