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)