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)