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)