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)