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)