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)