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)