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)