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)