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)