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)