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)