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)