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)