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)