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)