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)