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)