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)