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)