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)