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)