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)