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)