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)