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)