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)