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)