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)