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)